'You talk to me as if I was God Almighty, to do this and that! But if I can't ?' 'My son,' said the captain, 'you better do your level best, or you'll see sights!' 'O yes,' said Huish.

'O crikey, yes!' He looked across at Herrick with a toothless smile that was shocking in its savagery; and his ear caught apparently by the trivial expression he had used, broke into a piece of the chorus of a comic song which he must have heard twenty years before in London: meaningless gibberish that, in that hour and place, seemed hateful as a blasphemy: 'Hikey, pikey, crikey, fikey, chillingawallaba dory.' The captain suffered him to finish; his face was unchanged.
'The way things are, there's many a man that wouldn't let you go ashore,' he resumed.

'But I'm not that kind.

I know you'd never go back on me, Herrick! Or if you choose to--go, and do it, and be damned!' he cried, and rose abruptly from the table.
He walked out of the house; and as he reached the door, turned and called Huish, suddenly and violently, like the barking of a dog.

Huish followed, and Herrick remained alone in the cabin.
'Now, see here!' whispered Davis.