Never had the inequality of numbers fore and aft
been less than now. The three deserters, added to our own nine, made
twelve of us, while the mutineers, after subtracting Ditman Olansen,
Bob and the Faun, totalled only an even score. And of these Bert
Rhine must certainly be in a bad way, while there were many
weaklings, such as Sundry Buyers, Nancy, Larry, and Lars Jacobsen.
"Well, what do you want?" I demanded. "I haven't much time to waste.
Breakfast is ready and waiting."
Charles Davis started to speak, but I shut him off.
"I'll have nothing out of you, Davis. At least not now. Later on,
when I'm in that court of law you've bothered me with for half the
voyage, you'll get your turn at talking. And when that time comes
don't forget that I shall have a few words to say."
Again he began, but this time was stopped by Nosey Murphy.
"Aw, shut your trap, Davis," the gangster snarled, "or I'll shut it
for you." He glanced up to me. "We want to go back to work, that's
what we want."
"Which is not the way to ask for it," I answered.
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