yellow mut of a Catholic-moiderin' bastard! Come down and I'll moider yuh! Pullin' dat whistle on me, huh? I'll show yuh! I'll crash yer skull in! I'll drive yer teet' down yer troat! I'll slam yer nose trou de back of yer head! I'll cut yer guts out for a nickel, yuh lousey boob, yuh dirty, crummy, muckeatin' son of a _________

Suddenly he becomes conscious of the other men staring at something behind his back. He whirls defensively with a snarling, murderous growl, crouching to spring, his lips drawn back over his teeth, his small eyes gleaming ferociously. He sees the girl, like a white apparition in the full light from the open furnace doors. He glares into her eyes, turned to stone. As for her, during his speech she has listened paralyzed with horror, terror, her whole personality crushed, beaten in, collapsed by the terrific impact of this unknown, abysmal brutality, naked and shameless. As she looks at his gorilla face, as his eyes bore into hers, she utters a low choking cry and shrinks away from him, putting both hands up before her eyes to shut out the sight of his face, to protect her own. This startles Yank to a reaction. His mouth falls open, his eyes grow bewildered.

MILDRED: (About to faint—to the Engineers who now have her one by each arm—whimpering.) Take me away! This is—beyond poses! Oh, the filthy beast! (She faints. They carry her quickly back, disappearing in the darkness at the left, rear.)

An iron door clangs shut. Rage and bewildered fury rush on Yank. He feels himself insulted in some unknown fashion in the very heart of his pride. He roars. God damn yuh! And hurls his shovel after them at the door which has just closed. It hits the steel bulkhead with aбаng and falls clattering on the steel floor.

The scene shifts to the fireman's forecastle again. Yank's watch has just come off duty. Yank is seated on a bench in the foreground in the exact attitude of Rodin's "Thinker." Gradually, the stokers drive into his mind the idea that the girl's conduct in the stokehole was a studied and personal insult—that she had looked at him as she would have looked at a hairy ape in the zoo.

YANK: (Grinning horribly.) Hairy ape, huh? Sure! Dat's de way she looked at me, aw right. Hairy ape! So dat's it. Yuh skinny tart! Yuh white-faced bum, yuh! I'll show yuh who's a ape. (Turning to the others, bewilderingly seizing him again.) Say, you'se guys. I was bawlin' him out for pullin' de whistle on me. You heard me. An' den I seen you'se lookin' at somep'n and I tought he'd sneaked down to come up in back of me, and I hopped round to knock him dead with de shovel.

And dere she was wit de light on her! Christ, yuh could a pushed me over wit a finger! I was scared, get me? Sure! I tought she was a ghost, see? She was all in white like dey wrap around stiffs. You seen her. Kin yuh blame me? She didn't belong, dat's what. And den when I come to and seen it was a real skoit and seen de way she's lookin' at me—like Paddy said—Christ I was sore, get me? I don't stand for dat stuff from nobody. And I flung de shovel—on'y she'd beat it. (Furiously.) I wished I'd banged her! I wished it'd knock her block off. . . . I'll fix her! Maybe she'll come down again—

VOICE: No chance Yank. You scared her out of a year's growth.

YANK: I scared her? Why de hell should I scare her? Who de hell is she? Ain't she same as me? Hairy ape, huh? (With his old confident bravado.) I'll show her I'm better'n her if she on'y knew it. I belong and she don't, see? I move and she's dead. Twenty-five knots a hour, dat's me! Dat carries him, but I make dat. She's on'y baggage. Sure! (Again bewilderedly.) But, Christ, she was funny lookin'. Did yuh pipe her hands? White and skinny? Yuh could see de bones trough dem. And her mush, dat was dead white, too. And her eyes, dey was like dey'd seen a ghost. Me, dat was! Sure, Hairy Ape: Ghost, huh!

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“Yank” Smith (Louis Wolheim) encounters the Fifth Avenue Sunday Parade

Look at dat arm! (He extends his right arm swelling out the great muscles.) I coulda took her wit dat, wit just my little finger even, and broke her in two. (Again bewilderedly.) Say, who is dat skoit, huh? What is she? What she come from? Who made her? Who gave her de noive to look at me like dat? Dat ting's got my goat right. I don't get her. She's new to me. What does a skoit like her mean, huh? She don't belong, get me? I can't see her. (With growing anger.) But one ting I'm wise to, aw right, aw right! You'se all kin bet your shoits I'll get even wit her—I'll show her if she tinks she—she grinds de organ and I'm on de string, huh? I'll fix her! Let her come down again and I'll fling her in de furnace! She'll move den! She won't shiver at nothin' den! Speed, dat'll be her! She'll belong den! (He grins horribly.)

PADDY: She'll never come. She's had her

belly-full, I'm telling you. She'll be in bed now, I'm thinking, wid ten doctors and nurses feedin' her salts to clean the fear out of her.

YANK: (Enraged.) Yuh tink I made her sick, too, do yuh? Just lookin' at me, huh? Hairy ape, huh? (In a frenzy of rage.) I'll fix her! I'll tell her where to git off! She'll get down on her knees and take it back or I'll bust de face offen her! (Shaking one fist upward and beating at his chest with the other.) I'll find yuh! I'm comin', d'uuh hear? I'll fix yuh, God damn yuh! (He makes a rush for the door.)

VOICES: Stop him.

He'll get shot!

He'll murder her!

Trip him up!

Hold him!

He's gone crazy!

Gott, he's strong!

Hold him down!

Look out for a kick!

Pin his arms! (Etc. They have all piled on him and after a fierce struggle by sheer weight of numbers have born him to the floor just inside the door.)

PADDY: (Who has remained detached.) Kape him down till he's cooled off. (Scornfully.) Yerra, Yank, you're a great fool. Is it payin' attention at all you are to the line of that skinny sow widout one drop of rale blood in her?

YANK: (Frenziedly from the bottom of the heap.) She done me doit! She done me doit, didn't she?

I'll git square wit her! I'll git her someday! Git offen me, you'se guys. Lemme up! I'll show her who's a ape!

Frustrated in his immediate attempts to get at the girl—to be revenged—he searches for others like her. With Long, a fellow stoker, he goes up Fifth Avenue on a Sunday and meets churchgoers of her class.

LONG: (Excitedly.) Church is out. 'here dey come, the bleedin' swine.

The crowd from the church enter from the right, sauntering slowly and affectedly, their heads held stiffly up, looking neither to right nor to left—talking.

YANK: (Approaching a lady—with a vicious grin and a smirking wink.) Hello, Kiddo, How's every little ting? Got anything on for tonight? I know an old boiler down to de docks we kin crawl into. (The lady stalks by without a look, without a change of pace. Yank turns to others—insultingly.) Holy smokes, what a mug! Go hide yuhself before de horses shy at yuh. Gee, pipe de heirie on dat one! Say, you'se, yuh look like de stoin of a ferry-boat. Paint and powder! All dolled up to kill! Yuh looks like stiffs laid out for de boneyard! Aw, g'wan, de lot of you'se. Yuh give me de eye-ache. Yuh don't belong, get me! Look at me, why don't you'se dare? I belong, dat's me! (Pointing to a skyscraper

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