He stepped forward, dropping his stool with a crash to the floor, and clapped a hand upon Hovey's shoulder.
"I spoke too quick," he said frankly, "but you got me mad, bos'n.

I know you're straight, an' I'm with you, for one.

A man Harrigan will toiler ought to be good enough for the rest, eh ?" Jerry Hovey wiped his gleaming forehead.

The kingdom of his ambition was rebuilt by this speech.
"Sit down, boys," he ordered.

"The last man in the forecastle is with us now.