“I am sorry but it is the only thing to do, under the circumstances.”
“I do not wish it. Stop! I tell you I will not have you anchor.”
“Miss Colton, we must do one of two things, either anchor or drift. And if we drift I cannot tell you where we may be carried.”
“I don't care.”
“I do.”
“Yes,” with scornful emphasis, “I presume you do.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean—never mind what I mean.”
“But, as I have explained to you, the gasolene—”
“Nonsense! Do you suppose I believe that ridiculous story?”