Page:The Lusitania's Last Voyage (lusitaniaslastvo00lauriala).djvu/54

 "The ship Flying Fish, with survivors of the Lusitania." Word was immediately given us to go on.

This is where there came very near being a real fight. It happened this way—Two steamers had passed the Flying Fish on the way in and were tied up at the Cunard dock ahead of us, so we were told to land at the dock below. That was all very well, but the captain informed us that we couldn't go ashore until he had reported to the "inspector." I knew that the 100 odd people that we had on the Flying Fish didn't care about any "inspector" that ever grew in the town of Queenstown, but what they wanted and needed and ought to have was hot drink and food just as soon as they could get it. The captain, with true Irish stubbornness, went to do his duty ashore as "he seen it." We let the captain get around the corner out of sight and then G—— and