human
What, he was asking Mike,
gpt
A seaman's cap, I say!
human
Eh?
gpt
I _am_ a seaman,
human
You're a liar! said Michael, which in that stratum of society is no more considered, even by those who are not passivists, as a call for the mailed fist than, in another, is
gpt
Pardon me--have you verified that?
human
I'm tellin' ye,
gpt
Let me see your discharges then,
human
This man bores me,
gpt
Huh! grunted Michael.
human
Cattleman.
gpt
Seaman I'm tellin' ye,
human
What are you a-going over as a cattleman for, then?
gpt
I'm tellin' ye I have some seaman discharges among theyse.
human
Well then, you're a cattleman!
gpt
Yes, yes, quite so. All right.
human
You're a cattleman.
gpt
Yes, yes. Have it that way, thin.
human
You're a dam' cattleman.
gpt
Now, now, he said.
human
Now, now! You'll be after annoying me.
gpt
A dam' cattleman, reiterated Michael,
human
Quite so. Have it your own way.
gpt
One shirt--a dirty shirt.
human
Michael, he said,
gpt
I'm not drunk!
human
Is it a fight yer want?
gpt
Now, now, said Mike.
human
See! Pull them apart!
gpt
you will be ostracised for that; you must box him according to the rules. But in this walk of life, upon the poop of the _S.S. Glory_, it is a case of top dog anyhow. Mr. Smithers, on the docks, newly arrived to see the ship clear, put teeth together, looking up, and made the hissing sound through his teeth that a stoic makes when operated on without an anaesthetic. For as the two men reeled to the taffrail, and the onlookers there fell asunder to give them a full field, they were displayed to the one or two persons who looked up from the wharf front, displayed as on a high set stage, Michael with Cockney's head under his left arm, an attitude, by the way, permitted in some gymnasia, taboo in others--for there are