(Quickly, frightened) I didn’t blackball your application for membership. 
Maybe you sail too well. Maybe some of the other members would like to win a race occasionally. 

(Gasping) Let go of my throat! You’re choking me! 

No! . . . (Gasps) I didn’t! 

It’s worse than that. (Fast) It was Dan Jackson, a real-estate man out here. His wife died last week . . . after he was blackballed. He claims the humiliation helped kill her
(Rushes on) Last night Jackson came aboard my boat. Threatened me! Demanded that I tell him the names of the members who blackballed him! 

(Defensively) He got violent . . . grabbed me by the throat . . . threatened to hang me like we pretend to do in the initiation ceremony! 

(Fast) I had trouble with Wilson. I’ve used the building fund for the new clubhouse. As the new commodore, Wilson went over the books and found out! 
I mixed you a Mickey, you fool . . . same as I did for Wilson after you left him this afternoon. I swam out and climbed aboard. Nobody saw me. Nobody will ever know. 

(Mocking) No, Dan. I’m going to get you back to your (Effort of lifting) yawl . . . and in the morning they’ll find you hanging . . . a suicide of remorse. . . . 

(Cries out with pain) My leg . . . broken! . . . I can’t get up! . . .