What of that? Who’s afraid of black’s afraid of me! I’m quarried out of it!
Spanish sailor .
Aside. He wants to bully, ah!—the old grudge makes me touchy. Advancing. Aye, harpooneer, thy race is the undeniable dark side of mankind—devilish dark at that. No offence.
Daggoo grimly .
None.
St. Jago’s sailor .
That Spaniard’s mad or drunk. But that can’t be, or else in his one case our old Mogul’s fire-waters are somewhat long in working.
5th Nantucket sailor .
What’s that I saw—lightning? Yes.
Spanish sailor .
No; Daggoo showing his teeth.
Daggoo springing .
Swallow thine, mannikin! White skin, white liver!
Spanish sailor meeting him .
Knife thee heartily! big frame, small spirit!
All .
A row! a row! a row!