"Is there any place where we can hide ?" "No," he replied disconsolately.

"Only place for lit' dog; no fo' man." "You can't do it, sir," said our poor companion.

"Good-bye, sir, and God bless you; you've done all a orficer can." "Oh, have I?
I should look well when Mr Reardon or the captain says, `What have you done with your men ?'" "Don't! stop a-talking, sir," he cried, clinging to my hand.

"You know what these beggars are, and you'll have 'em on to you, sir." "Yes; and we shall have them on to you if we don't find a place soon.
Here, Ching, don't run away and leave us;" for I could see the interpreter climbing up a gap in the cliff.
"He's quite right, sir; you go after him.

I tell you it's all over and done with me.