The Englishman heard the threat, and said to him mates:

"I told you so! He means to murder me. Why didn't you leave me
alone when I had the fine holt of him?"

He then hurried away and ran upstairs to the saloon.

Jack followed to the foot of the ladder, and one wild-eyed young lady said:

"Look at the Englishman [he was sitting on a chair a few feet
distance]. Ain't he pale? Oh! the coward!"

She wanted to witness a real lively fight, and was disappointed. The
smell of blood seems grateful to the nostrils of both ladies and
gentlemen in the States. A butcher from St. Louis explained it thus:

"It's in the liver. Nine out of ten of the beasts I kill have liver
complaint. I am morally sartin I'd find the human livers just the
same if I examined them in any considerable quantity."

The captain came to the head of the stairs and descended to the deck.
He was tall and lanky and mild of speech. He said:

"Now, Jack, what are you going to do with that knife?"

"I am waiting to cut the liver out of that Englishman. Send him
down, Captain, till I finish the job."

"Yes, I see. He has been peeling your neck pretty bad, ain't he?
Powerful claws, I reckon. Jack, you'll be getting into trouble some