They make short work of damned beachcombers, I'll say that for the French.' 'You wait till I catch you off your ship!' cried the captain: and then, turning to the crew, 'Good-bye, you fellows!' he said.

'You're gentlemen, anyway! The worst nigger among you would look better upon a quarter-deck than that filthy Scotchman.' Captain Tom scorned to reply; he watched with a hard smile the departure of his guests; and as soon as the last foot was off the plank; turned to the hands to work cargo.
The beachcombers beat their inglorious retreat along the shore; Herrick first, his face dark with blood, his knees trembling under him with the hysteria of rage.

Presently, under the same purao where they had shivered the night before, he cast himself down, and groaned aloud, and ground his face into the sand.
'Don't speak to me, don't speak to me.

I can't stand it,' broke from him.
The other two stood over him perplexed.
'Wot can't he stand now ?' said the clerk.

''Asn't he 'ad a meal?
I'M lickin' my lips.' Herrick reared up his wild eyes and burning face.