to drunken sailors.

And you hang the expedition up here in this hole-in-the- wall waiting for my agent to cable more wheat-money.

Well, I guess we'll just sign on this steward at sixty a month and all he asks, or I'll just naturally quit you cold on the next fast steamer to San Francisco." He stood up abruptly, towering to such height that Daughtry looked to see the crown of his head collide with the deck above.
"I'm sick and tired of you all, yes, I am," he continued.

"Get busy! Well, let's get busy.

My money's coming.