"I've me livin' to make, Murphy, an' I'm a-doin' it. I got the crew of the Albatross."
"An' what did ye do wid 'em?"
"Put 'em wid Stillman, over beyant. Ye might ha' had 'em had ye played fair."
Stillman was Murphy's most important rival, and the news did not cheer him. He glared darkly at Hennesey.
"An' I've got the shippin' o' Williams's new crew whin he sails," continued Hennesey, "an' I'll not go to you for 'em, Murphy."
"Ye'll not?" responded Murphy, luridly. "After all the wark I've given ye."
"I'll not. I told ye I'd git yer business, an' I'll do it."
Murphy's fist shot out and Hennesey went down. Arising with bleeding nose, he shook his small fist at his chuckling assailant passing sidewise out of his door.
"I'll not forgit thot, John Murphy," he spluttered.
"I don't want ye to. Remember it while ye live; an' there's more where thot cum from, too, ye scab."