Roy Norton, Drowned Gold — Chapter 7 (1919)
“ All the way down I was tormented between two things: that I was an Irishman with a burning love for his country tearing through his heart, and the other, that to help her I would have to become a thief in the night, a dirty spalpeen, and rob the man who had always been white with me. Twisted Jimmy Martin! Hard old man of the seas! Him that would knock a man down if he came into the engine-room drunk, and that would curse ye with burning words if the work was not done better than it had ever been done before. ”
