So there you are; there's your treasure.

Our Mug and Billy Isham have only got to dig through twenty feet of sand to pick up a hundred thousand dollars, IF THEY CAN FIND THE SCHOONER." Blix clapped her hands with a little cry of delight, and Condy smote a knee, exclaiming: "By Jove! that's as good as Loudon Dodds' opium ship! Why, Cap., you're a treasure in yourself for a fellow looking for stories." Then after the notes were taken and the story talked over, Captain Jack, especially if the day happened to be Sunday, would insist upon their staying to dinner--boiled beef and cabbage, smoking coffee and pickles--that K.D.B.served in the little, brick-paved kitchen in the back of the station.

The crew messed in their quarters overhead.
K.D.B.herself was not uninteresting.

Her respectability incased her like armor plate, and she never laughed without putting three fingers to her lips.

She told them that she had at one time been a "costume reader." "A costume reader ?" "Yes; reading extracts from celebrated authors in the appropriate costume of the character.