"Steamer ahoy!" he shouted. "What's your cargo?"
"Oil," answered a man on the steamer's bridge. "What are you holding me up for?"
"Oil," answered Forsythe. "How is it stowed—in cases, or in bulk?"
"In bulk, you doggoned fool."
"Very good. We want some of that oil."
"You do, hey? Who are you? You look like that runaway destroyer I've heard so much about. Who's going to recompense the company for the oil you want? Hey? Where do I come in? Who pays the bill?"
"Send it to the United States Government, or send it to the devil. Pass a hose over the side, and dip your end into the tank."
"Suppose I say no?"
"Then we'll send a few shells into your water line."
"Is that straight? Are you pirates that would sink a working craft?"