The hell-hound who kicked you is a Portugee, and LeVere is more nigger than anything else.

I'll bet there is a hundred rats on board this _Namur_ right now who'd cut your throat for a sovereign, and never so much as think of it again." "A hundred?
Is there that many aboard ?" "A hundred an' thirty all told.

Most o' 'em bunk amidships.

They're not sailormen, but just cut-throats, an' sea wolves.

Yer ought ter see 'em swarm out on deck, like hungry rats, when thar's a fight comin'.
It's all they're good fer." "Watkins," I said soberly, after a pause during which he spat on the dirty deck to thus better express his feelings "do you mean to say that in three years you've had no chance to escape?
No opportunity to get away ?" "Not a chance, mate; no more will you.