"Save your advice till it's asked, or go aloft .-- I tell you," said he, turning to Tim, "it's Sligo or nowhere.

There's not a cruiser there to interfere with us, or an exciseman that we can't square.

I reckon there's profit enough in this lace to pay an admiral's prize- money.

Galway! You might as well try to land at London Bridge." Here the carpenter once more rushed on deck.

He looked up at the canvas, then at the compass, then at the helm.
"I declare, after what I told you, you're two points out of the wind, sir.