"What are you using?"
"Petrol."
"H'm! Well, we've got some pretty good class gas aboard, but we'll need most of it ourselves. Your trip is most over, and you might say ours has hardly begun."
"Pay you well for it," Jack suggested.
"Say," the captain came back at him instantly. "You can't pay me a cent. I can spare you about fifty gallons, as I said in the wireless, and that's all I can cut out of my own supply. If that will help, you're welcome to it."
"It certainly will help, but it won't get us to Ireland," Jack responded evenly.
"Well, what in the deuce are you going to do?"
"That's just the problem," Big Jack answered, "and it's a tough one, too."
"Oh, dam it all, I'll give you a hundred and depend on making port on what I've got left," the captain of the tanker finally announced. "How are you going to load it?"