Up to this point it was possible that they might have been trading junks whose skippers had taken alarm, but no mercantile junks would have carried such crews as we could see, with their bald heads shining in the sun.
Just about that time Smith and I passed Tom Jecks, who gave me a peculiar look.
"What is it ?" I said, stopping to speak.
"Can't you put in a word to the skipper, sir, and get him to stir up the engyneers ?" "What for, Tom ?" "To go faster, sir.

It's horrid, this here.

Why, I could go and ketch 'em in the dinghy." "Do you want the _Teaser_ stuck in the mud ?" I said.
"No, sir, o' course not; but I say, sir, do you think it's all right ?" "What do you mean, Jecks ?" "This here river, sir.

I ayve read in a book about Chinee Tartars and magicians and conjurors.

There was that chap in `Aladdin' as left the boy shut up down below.