"I have one or two friends at court." "Is Paul Kendall one of them ?" "No; he is a simpleton.

He don't know which side his bread is buttered.
If Lowington takes snuff, Kendall sneezes." "I have seen you talking with him two or three times to-day." "I was only pumping him." "Well, there is a jolly row on board now, anyhow," added Wilton, as he prepared to descend over the cat-harpings.
"Hold on; don't let's go on deck yet," interposed Shuffles.

"I want to know what our fellows are going to do." "They will call us down, if we stop here." "When they do, we will go down, then," replied Shuffles, as he seated himself in the top, with his legs through the lubber's-hole.

"What are our fellows going to do?
Do they mean to stand this thing ?" "They can't help themselves; they are mad enough to do anything; but what's the use ?" added Wilton, as he seated himself by the side of his companion.
"Don't you think they will join the League now ?" "They would join anything that would give them their rights.

I'll join now; but I don't want to be toggled in such a way as you said last night." "Then you can't be toggled at all." "I haven't any idea of falling overboard accidentally.