Said he'd have made it twenty-five had it been a man.

He's a pirate, mark me, and he will surely hang some day.

Twenty dollars for a half-hour's work! Think of it!" "Easy, sport! Easy!" cautioned the fellow in question, at the same time making an awkward landing and dropping one of his oars over-side.
"You've no call to be flingin' names about," he added, defiantly, wringing out his shirt-sleeve, wet from rescue of the oar.
"You've got good ears, my man," began the first officer.
"And a quick fist," the other snapped in.
"And a ready tongue." "Need it in my business.

No gettin' 'long without it among you sea-sharks.

Pirate, am I?
And you with a thousand passengers packed like sardines! Charge 'em double first-class passage, feed 'em steerage grub, and bunk 'em worse 'n pigs! Pirate, eh! Me ?" A red-faced man thrust his head over the rail above and began to bellow lustily.
"I want my stock landed! Come up here, Mr.Thurston! Now! Right away! Fifty cayuses of | mine eating their heads off in this dirty kennel of yours, and it'll be a sick time you'll have if you don't hustle them ashore as fast as God'll let you! I'm losing a thousand dollars a day, and I won't stand it! Do you hear?
I won't stand it! You've robbed me right and left from the time you cleared dock in Seattle, and by the hinges of hell I won't stand it any more! I'll break this company as sure as my name's Thad Ferguson! D'ye hear my spiel?
I'm Thad Ferguson, and you can't come and see me any too quick for your health! D'ye hear ?" "Pirate; eh ?" the boatman soliloquized.