Crockums: I’ll please him. My mother isn’t going to be called a keeairy usted by any dam Dago on this coast. There’s your keeairy usted in your teeth.
He seized the tin cups one after the other and hurled them in the waiter’s face; then he and his Paggy upset a table apiece, screamed aloud, and ran yelling down the marble steps towards the port. Sard turned to the sober reefer.
“Huskisson.”
“Sir.”
“What were you doing with those two?”
“Helping them to their ship, sir.”
“Don’t you know that you belong to a crack ship?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Why disgrace her, then, by going about with a pair like that?”
“I was trying to save them from arrest, sir.”