human
Oh, you! drawled Quinton Edge, with that well-remembered, fine-gentleman inflection.
gpt
I am almost sorry that I interfered, but this young lady would have it so, and a woman's will is always law. Eh, Ulick?
human
It was no business of yours,
gpt
That depends. Besides, it stands to reason that no man likes to see his own property mishandled. You don't realize, my good fellow, that you have a fist as rough as a shark-skin.
human
Your property! echoed the boy, in disdain.
gpt
Prove it.
human
Easily,
gpt
Oh! said Ulick, shortly. He had been quick to see and interpret the appeal in his prisoner's eyes.
human
It makes not a particle of difference, asserted Ulick, stubbornly.
gpt
He is my captive, taken in fair fight, and he belongs to me for all of his nicked ear. I sha'n't give him up, and that's my last word to you, Master Quinton Edge.