"She's a filibuster! She's a pirate! Where're we going?
"To Cuba!" David emitted a howl of anguish, rage, and protest.
"What for ?" he shrieked.
The young man regarded him coldly.
"To pick bananas," he said.
"I won't go to Cuba," shouted David.

"I've got to work! I'm paid to sell machinery.

I demand to be put ashore.

I'll lose my job if I'm not put ashore.

I'll sue you! I'll have the law--" David found himself suddenly upon his knees.