Keep an eye on them, my men, and don't let them do me any mischief.

I can't be spared just now." The next moment he was down on his knees by the side of one of the prisoners, who, in his eyes for a few minutes, was neither enemy nor piratical Chinaman, but a patient to whom he devoted himself to the full extent of his skill, performing what was needful, and leaving his assistant to finish the bandaging while he went on to the next.
In another ten minutes he had finished, and rose from his knees.
"There, Mr Herrick," he said; "do you call that horrible?
because I call it grand.

If those three ill-looking scoundrels had been left another hour they would have died.

Now, with their hardy constitutions, they will rapidly get well, perhaps escape and begin pirating again.
Possibly, when we give them up--oh my knees! how hard that deck is!--the authorities will--" "Chop off all head.

Velly bad men--velly bad men indeed." The doctor laughed, and hurried away while the last prisoner was carried down below.
"There," said the boatswain, when all was over, "that job's done, Mr Herrick.