He had trotted home to shave and get his breakfast, and was trotting back again to the shore.
"Hillo, Heale! can I see the fellow who was saved last night ?" "I am that fellow," says Tom.
"The dickens you are! you seem to have fallen on your legs quickly enough." "It's a trick I've had occasion to learn, sir," says Tom.

"Can I prescribe for you this morning ?" "Medicine ?" roars the Lieutenant, laughing.

"Catch me at it! No; I want you to come down to the shore, and help to identify goods and things.

The wind has chopped up north, and is blowing dead on; and, with this tide, we shall have a good deal on shore.

So, if you're strong enough--" "I'm always strong enough to do my duty," said Tom.
"Hum! Very good sentiment, young man.