Just stared down over the rail a bit, an' then cum back, rubbin' his hands.

Never even asked who the feller wus.

Thar ain't nuthin' kin skeer that black brute." "By God--no! He ain't got no human in him.

It's hell when English sailormen has got ter take orders frum a damned nigger, an' be knocked 'round if they don't jump when he barks.

He's goin' ter get a knife in his ribs sum day." "Maybe he is; but yer better hold yer tongue, Tom.