Sol Gills, his Uncle, is a man of science, and in science he may be considered a clipper; but he ain't what I should altogether call a able seaman--not man of practice.

Wal'r is as trim a lad as ever stepped; but he's a little down by the head in one respect, and that is, modesty.

Now what I should wish to put to you,' said the Captain, lowering his voice, and speaking in a kind of confidential growl, 'in a friendly way, entirely between you and me, and for my own private reckoning, 'till your head Governor has wore round a bit, and I can come alongside of him, is this--Is everything right and comfortable here, and is Wal'r out'ard bound with a pretty fair wind ?' 'What do you think now, Captain Cuttle ?' returned Carker, gathering up his skirts and settling himself in his position.

'You are a practical man; what do you think ?' The acuteness and the significance of the Captain's eye as he cocked it in reply, no words short of those unutterable Chinese words before referred to could describe.
'Come!' said the Captain, unspeakably encouraged, 'what do you say?
Am I right or wrong ?' So much had the Captain expressed in his eye, emboldened and incited by Mr Carker's smiling urbanity, that he felt himself in as fair a condition to put the question, as if he had expressed his sentiments with the utmost elaboration.
'Right,' said Mr Carker, 'I have no doubt.' 'Out'ard bound with fair weather, then, I say,' cried Captain Cuttle.
Mr Carker smiled assent.
'Wind right astarn, and plenty of it,' pursued the Captain.
Mr Carker smiled assent again.
'Ay, ay!' said Captain Cuttle, greatly relieved and pleased.

'I know'd how she headed, well enough; I told Wal'r so.