Keeney [with a grim smile]. Here it comes, the trouble you spoke of, Mr. Slocum, and we'll make short shift of it. It's better to crush such things at the start than let them make headway.
Mate [worriedly]. Shall I wake up the First and Fourth, sir? We might need their help.
Keeney. No, let them sleep. I'm well able to handle this alone, Mr. Slocum.
[There is the shuffling of footsteps from outside and five of the crew crowd into the cabin, led by Joe. All are dressed alike—sweaters, sea boots, etc. They glance uneasily at the Captain, twirling their fur caps in their hands.]
Keeney [after a pause]. Well? Who's to speak fur ye?
Joe [stepping forward with an air of bravado]. I be.
Keeney [eyeing him up and down coldly]. So you be. Then speak your say and be quick about it.
Joe [trying not to wilt before the Captain's glance and avoiding his eyes]. The time we signed up for is done to-day.
Keeney [icily]. You're tellin' me nothin' I don't know.
Joe. You ain't p'intin' fur home yit, far s'we kin see.