It's all right, Marline, I have it.

Mind, though, you don't let the old turnip run down." "Turnip, indeed!" exclaimed Mr Marline in pretended indignation, winking at me.

"Just you hear him, Master Tom!" "Well, well, I beg its pardon and yours," said the captain laughing; "but, let us get out of this disgraceful hole and go out on deck to see what the weather is like.

Jake!" "Iss, massa," replied the darkey, who, I forgot to mention, remained behind when the rest of the crew went forwards.
"I'm going to make you steward in poor Harry's place," said Captain Miles.
"Iss, massa," responded Jake, greatly pleased at the honour thus bestowed on him, and making a low how with a scrape back of his left foot, according to negro etiquette, in acknowledgment of the favour.
"Look out, my lad, and make matters snug here as well as you can.

You may call in your brother darkey the cook to help you, if you like." "Golly, massa, me do him much betterer own self," replied Jake grinning hugely.