I'll give him such a wunner when I gets hold of him.

I'll make him say `chack!'" But there seemed to be no more chance of Billy getting hold of the monkey than of the nuts, and the more he scolded and abused the curious animal the more loudly it sputtered at him, and seemed to expostulate and scold by turns.
"There, it's of no good," said the boatswain; "give it up, my lad." "Yes," said Billy sulkily, "I'm a-going to; but if I don't sarve him out for this my name aren't Widgeon." "Come along, Mr Mark," said the boatswain, "Jack's going to roost up there to-night." "Wish he may tumble out o' the tree, then, and break something," growled Billy, whose dignity was touched.
"He won't tumble," said the boatswain, "he knows better.

Come along, Mr Mark." "Want him down, Billy ?" "Course I does, and I'm sorry for him when he do come, for I'm a-going to warm his skin, that's what I'm a-going to do for him." "Shall I get him down ?" "You can't," cried Billy sourly.
"Better than you can get cocoa-nuts," said Mark, laughing, for the perils were all forgotten, and the strange noise in the jungle might never have been.

"Here, Bruff." The dog trotted up with Billy's cap in his mouth, surrendered it dutifully; and then Mark caught up a piece of drift-wood--a branch swept ashore by the current--and raising it in a threatening way, Bruff uttered a low howl.
Whish went the stick through the air, and Bruff crouched at his feet, grovelling in the sand, and holding up his wounded and bandaged paw as he whined piteously, as if that injury were sufficient to exempt him from being beaten.
Mark bent over him, caught him by the loose skin of his neck, and struck the sand a heavy bang.
The dog whined softly as if beaten, and Jack began to dance about up in the cocoa-nut tree, snaking the leaves and chattering savagely.
Another blow on the sand, a howl, and a furious burst from the monkey, who spat and scolded more fiercely.
Another blow, and another, and another; and as Bruff whined, the monkey came scuffling down the smooth columnar trunk, and was evidently on his way to attack Mark, but Billy caught him before he could reach the ground, administered a smart cuff on the ear, and would have delivered another, but, quick as thought, Jack sprang from his grasp, spun round, leaped upon his back like lightning, bit him in the thick of the neck, and then bounded away towards the jungle, followed by the dog.
"Now I calls him a warmint," said Billy, rubbing his neck softly.

"A warmint--that's what I calls him.