Daggoo .

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 .