R. M. Ballantyne,
The Hot Swamp
“ Electrified by the yell, Maikar also leaped to his feet, sword in hand.“What d’ye mean by that?” cried the captain, turning on him fiercely.“What mean you by it?” replied Maikar with equal ferocity.He had barely uttered the words, when the second turkey hit him full in the face and tumbled him over the ashes of the fortunately extinguished fire.“Come, come!” interposed the prince, stepping forward with a deprecating smile; “there should be no quarrelling among friends, especially at the beginning of a long journey. See, I have fetched your breakfast for you. ”
