"You can't expect a slip of a girl to be calling a black man like _you_ by the front name ?" McTee moistened his white lips.

He rose.
"I'm going for a walk--I always do after eating." And he strode off down the beach.

Harrigan instantly secured a handful of the shellfish.
"Speakin' of salt," he said apologetically, "I'll have to try a couple of these to be sure that the captain's right.

I can tell by a taste or two." He pried open one of the shells and ate the contents hastily, keeping one eye askance against the return of McTee.
"Maybe he's right about these shellfish," he pronounced judicially, "but it's a hard thing an' a dangerous thing to take the word of a man like McTee--he's that hasty.

We must go easy on believin' what he says, Kate.".