"Oh, sir, take us!" the young man cried. He was trembling, and his face white with terror. "Take us!—we will pay!"
"I can't. We have no more room."
"We will pay you well—ten pounds a-piece."
"No; our second cabin is full. And we are off now."
"Fifteen pounds a-piece."
"No, not for twenty pounds."
"For pity's sake! We are Armenians, fleeing for our lives."
"You Armenians are all rogues," said the captain. "No is no," and he turned away.
"For Christ's sake, then!" cried the young man in an agony.