It's like bricklaying with big bricks." "Who's that ?" I said sharply, for the man's back was towards me, and it was getting quite dark where we were.
"Me it is, sir--Bob Saunders, sir.

Beg pardon, sir." "Yes; what is it ?" "Tide's going down very fast, sir, arn't it ?" "Yes; why ?" "'Cause we don't seem to get no forrarder.

Hi! steady there! D'yer want to bury yer orficer ?" "Never mind me, man.

Stow away; she must soon be lightened enough to make her float." "Then we'll lighten her, sir; but don't you go and give orders for any of the stuff to be chucked overboard.

It's too vallerble for that." "Only as a last resource, Bob," I replied.
"Beg pardon, sir." "Don't," I cried to the man who touched me.