"He's a Frenchman, and Frenchmen are all alike--nasty, dirty-looking beggars." "Well, I thought as he brought us down in the cabin here, and gave us that warm drink and the bread and butter, what a pity it was that French and English should ever fight and kill one another." "Yah! Hark at him, Sep Duncan," cried Bob.

"There's a sentimental, unnatural chap.

What do you say ?" "Oh, I only say what a difference there is between Bob Chowne now and Bob Chowne when he lay down in the bottom of the boat last night, and howled when old Big made him get up and row." "You want me to hit you, Sep Duncan ?" "No," I said.
"Because I shall if you talk to me like that.

Old Big didn't make me.
I was cold and--" "Frightened," I said.
"No, I wasn't frightened, sneak." "Well, I was, horribly," I said.

"I thought we should never get to shore again.