"Such fine things as these could belong only to the Commander.

Those are duelling pistols, Sol, but they can be made mighty useful, too, for our defense in case of a pinch.

We'll keep them, too." The shiftless one put them back and opening another locker uttered a little cry of delight.
"A hull carpenter shop!" he exclaimed.

"Jest look, Henry! A fine axe, hammers an' hatchets, an' saws an' augers an' a lot o' other things pow'ful useful to fellers like us that have to cut an' bore their own way out here in the woods.

This is shorely one o' them gall-yuns that Paul tells us about, an' I guess we're about ez highfalutin' an lucky pirates ez any o' them." "You're right, Sol," said Henry.