The men were “second-raters,” so the boss of
Murphy’s vowed.
“We will raft them down as pulp-stuff!” and
he yelled to close about,
“Now, my hearties, start the windlass,” or-
dered he, “we’ll warp ’em out!”
Through the doorway, down the stairway, grim
and struggling, thronged the press,
—All the brawn of Rapo-genus fighting hard
without success,