"You wanchee him, all right, can do." "How fashion can do ?" Kwaque demanded, who to his beche-de-mer English was already adding pidgin English.

"Suppose 'm me fella no got 'm what you fella likee ?" "No fashion changee," Ah Moy reiterated.

"You wanchee, you likee he stop along you fella all right, my word." And so did pass the brave bit of feathered life with the heart of pluck, called of men, and of himself, "Cocky," who had been birthed in the jungle roof of the island of Santo, in the New Hebrides, who had been netted by a two-legged black man-eater and sold for six sticks of tobacco and a shingle hatchet to a Scotch trader dying of malaria, and in turn had been traded from hand to hand, for four shillings to a blackbirder, for a turtle-shell comb made by an English coal-passer after an old Spanish design, for the appraised value of six shillings and sixpence in a poker game in the firemen's forecastle, for a second-hand accordion worth at least twenty shillings, and on for eighteen shillings cash to a little old withered Chinaman--so did pass Cocky, as mortal or as immortal as any brave sparkle of life on the planet, from the possession of one, Ah Moy, a sea-cock who, forty years before, had slain his young wife in Macao for cause and fled away to sea, to Kwaque, a leprous Black Papuan who was slave to one, Dag Daughtry, himself a servant of other men to whom he humbly admitted "Yes, sir," and "No, sir," and "Thank you, sir." One other comrade Michael found, although Cocky was no party to the friendship.

This was Scraps, the awkward young Newfoundland puppy, who was the property of no one, unless of the schooner _Mary Turner_ herself, for no man, fore or aft, claimed ownership, while every man disclaimed having brought him on board.

So he was called Scraps, and, since he was nobody's dog, was everybody's dog--so much so, that Mr.Jackson promised to knock Ah Moy's block off if he did not feed the puppy well, while Sigurd Halvorsen, in the forecastle, did his best to knock off Henrik Gjertsen's block when the latter was guilty of kicking Scraps out of his way.