She
starts, turns paler, her pose is crumbling, she shivers with
fright in spite of the blazing heat, but forces herself to leave
the Engineers and take a few steps nearer the men. She is right
behind Yank. All this happens quickly while the men have their
backs turned.]
YANK--Come on, youse guys! [He is turning to get coal when the
whistle sounds again in a peremptory, irritating note. This drives
Yank into a sudden fury. While the other men have turned full
around and stopped dumfounded by the spectacle of Mildred standing
there in her white dress, Yank does not turn far enough to see
her. Besides, his head is thrown back, he blinks upward through
the murk trying to find the owner of the whistle, he brandishes
his shovel murderously over his head in one hand, pounding on his
chest, gorilla-like, with the other, shouting:] Toin off dat
whistle! Come down outa dere, yuh yellow, brass-buttoned, Belfast
bum, yuh! Come down and I'll knock yer brains out! Yuh lousey,
stinkin', yellow mut of a Catholic-moiderin' bastard! Come down
and I'll moider yuh! Pullin' dat whistle on me, huh? I'll show
yuh! I'll crash yer skull in! I'll drive yer teet' down yer troat!
I'll slam yer nose trou de back of yer head! I'll cut yer guts out
for a nickel, yuh lousey boob, yuh dirty, crummy, muck-eatin' son
of a--
[Suddenly he becomes conscious of all the other men staring at
something directly behind his back.
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