“Sir!” said Macnamara.
“You see that little rat-faced chap?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Take your place beside him.”
With two steps Macnamara was beside his man.
“Mr. Chairman, I protest,” began the little Cockney fiercely.
“Pass him up,” said the Captain sharply.
With one single motion Macnamara's hand swept the little man out of his place into the aisle.
“Chuck him out!” said Captain Jack quietly.
From hand to hand, with never a pause, amid the jeers and laughter of the crowd the little man was passed along like a bundle of old rags till he disappeared through the open door.