And I flung de shovel--on'y she'd beat it. [Furiously.] I
wished it'd banged her! I wished it'd knocked her block off!
LONG--And be 'anged for murder or 'lectrocuted? She ain't bleedin'
well worth it.
YANK--I don't give a damn what! I'd be square wit her, wouldn't I?
Tink I wanter let her put somep'n over on me? Tink I'm goin' to
let her git away wit dat stuff? Yuh don't know me! Noone ain't
never put nothin' over on me and got away wit it, see!--not dat
kind of stuff--no guy and no skoit neither! I'll fix her! Maybe
she'll come down again--
VOICE--No chance, Yank. You scared her out of a year's growth.
YANK--I scared her? Why de hell should I scare her? Who de hell is
she? Ain't she de same as me? Hairy ape, huh? [With his old
confident bravado.] I'll show her I'm better'n her, if she on'y
knew it. I belong and she don't, see! I move and she's dead!
Twenty-five knots a hour, dats me! Dat carries her but I make dat.
She's on'y baggage. Sure! [Again bewilderedly.] But, Christ, she
was funny lookin'! Did yuh pipe her hands? White and skinny. Yuh
could see de bones trough 'em. And her mush, dat was dead white,
too. And her eyes, dey was like dey'd seen a ghost. Me, dat was!
Sure! Hairy ape! Ghost, huh? Look at dat arm! [He extends his
right arm, swelling out the great muscles.
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