VOICES—[Cynically.] De old stuff, I bet. Your goil,huh?
Give yuh the double-cross, huh?
That's them every time!
Did yuh beat up de odder guy?
YANK—[Disgustedly] Aw, yuh're all wrong! Sure dere was a skoit in it—but not what youse mean, not dat old tripe. Dis was a new kind of skoit. She was dolled up all in white—in de stokehole. I tought she was a ghost. Sure. [A pause.]