He dropped the typewritten letter down and Jake spelled over it. Then he said: “And how about the pay due to me, you goin’ to settle?”
“Nope—McCallum’s will pay you. Better go to them, they’ll be glad to see you for I told them what you said about her.”
“And what did I say about her?”
“Told me her spars were carrots and her planking mush.”
“That’s a damned lie,” said Jake, “and if there’s law to be had in ’Frisco, I’ll have you for it, b’gob.”
“Told me she’d open out first beam sea—now then, you dog-eyed squateroo, get your dunnage and clear, pronto.”
George had never seen Hank heated until this. His eyes blazed and his lean face filled with venom as he looked down on the man who had tried to crab the Wear Jack.
Jake tried to meet his gaze, failed, collected his dunnage, drew in his fishing line and scrambled ashore.
“If there’s law to be had in ’Frisco, I’ll have you for this,” cried he.
Hank dropped the bundle of overalls on to the deck and they followed it.