But Fortiss would have none of this charade.
“Unhand her now,” commanded the Marine,
“Or face the business end of firearms.”
The leader stared, and suddenly guffawed;
His men, relaxing, also laughed at him.
Goodfellow tugged his arm, and timidly
Asked of Fortiss: “Why not shall we leave?
To save our souls we’d better leave them be.
The throw a few offenders of low crimes
At us so that we’re seen as effective,
And thus we keep rapport in public eyes,
And also are rewarded with our skins.”
To this brave Fortiss gave no reply,
But to the leading gangster gazed
And to his beady eyes he threatened this:
“Should you not let her go, you shall regret.”
The gangster liked this not, and drew his piece,
Like lightning made for Fortiss to be dead,
But Fortiss witnessed this with faster speed,
And in response he shot him in the head.