"Oh, no. Plenty of reasons for 'em comin' about on the whole business and leavin' us high and dry, except for the advance. They hop aboard a liner—what then?"
"Got to see me some time."
"Sure! Once to sea, they'll take things as they find 'em. But it's touch and go with us until we clear the bay, and don't forget that for a minute."
"What they want? Sody water gents for a crew?"
"Whatever they want, they'll have it, them swells."
"Then I ain't gallant enough for the likes o' you and this charter party, I take it," said Peth, his anger rising.
"I ain't findin' no fault with you myself, Peth. All I'm gallied about is what the others'll think. You're goin' mate, of course——"
"Thanks," said Peth, curtly. "You talk like I was ship's boy, not owner of an eighth of the Nuestra. Who helped you salve her? Who like to broke his back doin' of it? Peth did, that's who. Now he ain't good enough, once ye make fast to a millionaire."
"You talk like an old mitten with the thumb brailed up," said Jarrow.
"Where was this millionaire feller when ye wanted a man to stand by and raise the Nuestra, I'd like——?"