Now, Archie, 'phone up to your office that you're unavoidably detained and all the rest of it, like a good fellow, and take my place as cicerone.
Never mind your dinky little boats--take him up and show him the big fellows--the ocean greyhounds." "But," objected Archibald, "I've got to go down to the office to get some money.

You've broke me, you shanghaier." "So I have, so I have!" He peeled off a hundred-dollar-bill, ignoring Steve's protest.

"That enough?
I'll fix John up, some way.

You're at Mr.Thompson's orders.

Mind, his money isn't any good.