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Captain moved toward the door, but the whaler threw his bulky frame against it and scowlingly blocked the way.

“No, you don’t. You ain’t goin’ to run away till I’ve had the next dance, Mister Eddication! Humph! I ain’t begun to tell ye yet what a useless little barnacle you are.”

Red interfered, saying: “Look ‘ere, George, this guy ain’t no playmate of yourn. We’ll all have a jolt of this disturbance promoter, an’ call it off.” Then, as the others approached he winked at Captain, and jerked his head slightly toward the door.

The latter, heeding the signal, started out, but George leaped after him and, seizing an arm, whirled him back, roaring:

“Well, of all the cussed impidence I ever see! You’re too high-toned to drink with us, are you? You don’t get out of here now till you take a lickin’ like a man.”

He reached over his head and, grasping the hood of his fur shirt, with one movement he stripped it from him, exposing a massive naked body, whose muscles swelled and knotted beneath a skin as clear as a maiden’s, while a map of angry scars strayed across the heavy chest.

As the shirt sailed through the air. Red lightly vaulted to the bar and, diving at George’s naked middle, tackled beautifully, crying to Captain: “Get out quick; we’ll hold him.”

Others rushed forward and grasped the bulky sailor, but Captain’s voice replied: “I sort of like this place, and I guess I’ll stay a while. Turn him loose.”

“Why, man, he’ll kill ye,” excitedly cried Slim. “Get out!”

The captive hurled his peacemakers from him and, shaking off the clinging arms, drove furiously at the insolent stranger.

In the cramped limits of the corner where he stood. Captain was unable to avoid the big man, who swept him with a crash against the plank door at his back, grasping hungrily at his throat. As his shoulders struck, however, he dropped to his knees and, before the raging George could seize him, he avoided a blow which would have strained the rivets of a strength-tester and ducked under the other’s arms, leaping to the cleared centre of the floor.

Seldom had the big man’s rush been avoided and, whirling, he swung a boom-like arm at the agile stranger. Before it landed, Captain stepped in to meet his adversary and, with the weight of his body behind the blow, drove a clenched and bony fist crashing into the other’s face. The big head with its blazing shock of hair snapped backward and the whaler drooped to his knees at the other’s feet.

The drunken flush of victory swept over Captain as he stood above the swaying figure; then, suddenly, he felt the great bare arms close about his waist with a painful grip. He struck at the bleeding face below him and wrenched at the circling bands which wheezed the breath from his lungs, but the whaler squeezed him writhing to his breast, and, rising, unsteadily wheeled across the floor and in a shiver of broken glass fell crashing against the bar and to the floor.

As the struggling men writhed upon the planks the door opened at the hurried entrance of an excited group, which paused at the sight of the ruin, then, rushing forward, tore the men apart.

The panting Berserker strained at the arms about his glistening body, while Captain, with sobbing sighs, relieved his aching lungs and watched his enemy, who frothed at the interference.

“It was George’s fault,” explained Slim to the questions of the arrivals. “This feller tried to make a get-away, but George had to have his amusement.”

A new-comer addressed the squaw-man in a voice as cold as the wind. “Cut this out, George! This is a friend of mine. You’re making this camp a regular hell for strangers, and now I’m goin’ to tap your little snap. Cool off–see?”