"We're willing to try," the big engineer scowled.
"And you don't get the goods until we're satisfied," the captain added.
"May I ask what you would do with the cases? They're consigned to us, and you'd have some trouble in passing them through a foreign customs house. They open things and inspect the contents when the duty's high."
"We could dump them overboard. Better do the fair thing by us and get delivery."
"I don't think we're unfair," Walthew replied. "We engaged with your owners to pay a stipulated freight, and added a bonus for the skipper. Now we put down the money and want our goods."
"The winch that heaves them up doesn't start without my order," James said with an ugly laugh.
Grahame turned to the captain with a gesture of weariness.
"We don't seem to get much farther! I suspect you've forgotten something. How much a day does it cost you to run this ship?"
"What has that got to do with it?" the captain asked curtly.
"Well," said Grahame coolly, "there's a risk of your stopping here for some time. It's an awkward place to get out of unless you know it well; particularly when it's blowing fresh. The Northers hardly reach so far, but they unsettle the weather, and when the wind's from seaward a strong eddy stream runs through the bight. Perhaps you may have noticed that the glass is falling fast."