"It's all his exorbitant greediness. Fuel is cheaper here, so he
is taking all he can. He is greedy, the devil!"

"Oh, how greedy!"

This word, repeated many times in succession, fixed itself in Foma's
memory, and in the evening, at supper, he suddenly asked his father:

"Papa!"

"What?"

"Are you greedy?"

In reply to his father's questions Foma told him of the conversation
between the pilot and the machinist. Ignat's face became gloomy, and
his eyes began to flash angrily.

"That's how it is," ejaculated Ignat, shaking his head. "Well,
you--don't you listen to them. They are not your equals; don't
have so much to do with them. You are their master, they are your
servants, understand that. If we choose to, we can put every one
of them ashore. They are cheap and they can be found everywhere
like dogs. Understand? They may say many bad things about me. But
they say them, because I am their master. The whole thing arises
because I am fortunate and rich, and the rich are always envied.
A happy man is everybody's enemy."

About two days later there was a new pilot and another machinist
on the steamer.