you are sailing down New York harbor, I'll fling you over the rail,
weapon and all!"

That was business, and it was not boasting. Frank actually meant to
throw the man into the water if he drew a weapon.

M. Rouen Montfort paused and stared at Frank Merriwell, beginning to
understand that he was not dealing with an ordinary youth.

"Fool!" he panted. "You geeve me ze eensult I will haf your life!"

"You have already insulted me, my friends and everything American. It's
your turn to take a little of the medicine."

"Eef we were een France--"

"Which we are not. We are still in America, the land of the free. But I
don't care to have a quarrel with you. Bruce put the fellow down. If he
minds his business in the future, don't throw him overboard."

"All right," grunted the big fellow; "but I was just going to drop him
in the wet."

He put the man down, and the fellow seemed undecided what to do.

Harry Rattleton laughed.

"Now wake a talk--no, I mean take a walk," he cried. "It will be a good
thing for your health."