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`` But this ai n't one o ' them times , Gib . '' `` You 're whistlin ' it is . If we run from this here fog , it 's skiffs to battleships we do n't get into San Francisco Bay an ' discharged before six o'clock to-morrow night . By the time we 've taken on coal an ' water an ' what-all , it 'll be eight or nine o'clock , with me an ' McGuffey entitled to mebbe three dollars overtime an ' havin ' to argue an ' scrap with you to git it -- not to speak o ' havin ' to put to sea the same night so 's to be back in Halfmoon Bay to load bright an ' early next mornin ' . Scraggsy , I ai n't no night bird on this run . '' `` Do you mean to defy me , Gib ? '' Captain Scraggs ' little green eyes gleamed balefully .