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`` Twill cost you jus ' a dollar a minute , Cap'n Wrath , ' says Cap'n Sammy , ` for delay . ' `` Cap'n Wrath swung round , with that , an ' fair spat rage an ' misery in Cap'n Sammy 's face . '' ` I 'll work the _ Bloodhound _ near , ' says Cap'n Sammy , ` an ' stand by t ' take a line . This gale will break afore noon . But give her some leeway , t ' make sure . Ay ; the ice will feel the wind afore dark . The ice will talk : it wo n't need no word o ' mine .