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right and stands waiting for the captain to notice him._) KEENEY (_turning and seeing him_). Don't be standin' there like a gawk, Harpooner. Speak up! JOE (_confusedly_). We want--the men, sir--they want send a depitation aft to have a word with you. KEENEY (_furiously_). Tell 'em to go to--(_checks himself and continues grimly_) Tell'em to come. I'll see'em. JOE. Aye, aye, sir. (_He goes out._) KEENEY (_with a grim smile_). Here it comes, the trouble you spoke of, Mr. Slocum, and we'll make short shift of it. It's better to crush such things at the start than let them make headway. MATE (_worriedly_). Shall I wake up the First and Fourth, sir? We might need their help. KEENEY. No, let them sleep. I'm well able to handle this alone, Mr. Slocum. (_There is the shuffling of footsteps from outside and five of the crew crowd into the cabin, led by_ JOE. _All are dressed alike--sweaters, sea-boots, etc. They glance uneasily at the_ CAPTAIN, _twirling their fur caps in their hands._) KEENEY (_after a pause_). Well? Who's to speak fur ye? JOE (_stepping forward with an air of bravado_). I be. KEENEY (_eyeing him up and down coldly_). So you be. Then speak your say and be quick about it. JOE (_trying not to wilt before the CAPTAIN'S glance and avoiding his eyes_). The time we signed up for is done to-day. KEENEY (_icily_). You're tellin' me nothin' I don't know. JOE. You ain't p'intin' fur home yit, far's we kin see. KEENEY. No, and I ain't agoin' to till this ship is full of ile. JOE. You can't go no further no'the with the ice afore ye. KEENEY. The ice is breaking up. JOB (_after a slight pause during which the others mumble angrily to one another_). The grub we're gittin' now is rotten. KEENEY. It's good enough fur ye. Better men than ye are have eaten worse. (_There is a chorus of angry exclamations from the crowd._) JOE (_encouraged by this support_). We ain'ta-goin' to work no more 'less you puts back fur home. KEENEY (_fiercely_). You ain't, ain't you? JOE. No; and the law courts 'll say we was right. KEENEY. To hell with your law courts! We're at sea now and I'm the law on this ship. (_Edging up toward the harpooner._) And every mother's son of you what don't obey orders goes in irons. (_There are more angry exclamations from the crew._ MRS. KEENEY _appears in the doorway in rear and looks on with startled eyes. None of the men notices her._) JOE (_with br
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