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“Let her go, damn yer blood! Let her go, I say!”

The girl, sobered a little, began to struggle, but Quintal held her fast. He turned to Mills with a drunken leer. “She knows who’s the best man, don’t ’ee, wench?” Pinioning her arms, he kissed her again and again, but as Mills strode forward he got to his feet just in time to receive a blow in the face, delivered with all the strength of Mills’s arm. The blood streamed from his nose and he staggered back, but recovered himself. An insane light came into his closely set blue eyes. He tossed the girl aside and clenched his enormous fists.

“Ye bloody bastard! I’ll kill ye for that!” He gave Mills a blow on the chest that knocked him full length, but he was up again in a second. Rushing forward, he grappled Quintal around the waist. McCoy and Martin were both on their feet by this time, looking anxiously on.

“Stop it, lads!” McCoy called, earnestly. “Matt, think what ye do.”

Glaring wildly, Quintal turned his head and gave McCoy a backhanded blow that sent him sprawling. Mills, for all his strength, was no match for the younger man, and in a moment Quintal had him down, with a knee on his chest and his fingers around his throat. Mills’s eyes started from their sockets and his tongue protruded from his mouth.