YANK--Naw. Worked along shore. I runned away when me old lady croaked wit de tremens. I helped at truckin' and in de market. Den I shipped in de stokehole. Sure. Dat belongs. De rest was nothin'. [_Looking around him._] I ain't never seen dis before. De Brooklyn waterfront, dat was where I was dragged up. [_Taking a deep breath._] Dis ain't so bad at dat, huh? LONG--Not bad? Well, we pays for it wiv our bloody sweat, if yer wants to know! YANK--[_With sudden angry disgust._] Aw, hell! I don't see noone, see--like her. All dis gives me a pain. It don't belong. Say, ain't dere a backroom around dis dump? Let's go shoot a ball. All dis is too clean and quiet and dolled-up, get me! It gives me a pain. LONG--Wait and yer'll bloody well see-- YANK--I don't wait for noone. I keep on de move. Say, what yuh drag me up here for, anyway? Tryin' to kid me, yuh simp, yuh? LONG--Yer wants to get back at her, don't yer? That's what yer been saying' every bloomin' 'our since she hinsulted yer. YANK--[_Vehemently._] Sure ting I do! Didn't I try to git even wit her in Southampton? Didn't I sneak on de dock and wait for her by de gangplank? I was goin' to spit in her pale mug, see! Sure, right in her pop-eyes! Dat woulda made me even, see? But no chanct. Dere was a whole army of plain clothes bulls around. Dey spotted me and gimme de bum's rush. I never seen her. But I'll git square wit her yet, you watch! [_Furiously._] De lousey tart! She tinks she kin get away wit moider--but not wit me! I'll fix her! I'll tink of a way! LONG--[_As disgusted as he dares to be._] Ain't that why I brought yer up 'ere--to show yer? Yer been lookin' at this 'ere 'ole affair wrong. Yer been actin' an' talkin' 's if it was all a bleedin' personal matter between yer and that bloody cow. I wants to convince yer she was on'y a representative of 'er clarss. I wants to awaken yer bloody clarss consciousness. Then yer'll see it's 'er clarss yer've got to fight, not 'er alone. There's a 'ole mob of 'em like 'er, Gawd blind 'em! YANK--[_Spitting on his hands--belligerently._] De more de merrier when I gits started. Bring on de gang! LONG--Yer'll see 'em in arf a mo', when that church lets out. [_He turns and sees the window display in the two stores for the first time._] Blimey! Look at that, will yer? [_They both walk back and stand looking in the jewelers. Long flies into a fury._] Just look at this 'ere bloomin' mess! Just look at it! Look at the bleedin' prices on 'em--more'n our 'old bloody stokehole makes in ten voyages sweatin' in 'ell! And they--her and her bloody clarss--buys 'em for toys to dangle on 'em! One of these 'ere would buy scoff for a starvin' family for a year!