I fidgeted silently in my place on the sand.

Mr.Franklin noticed me, contending with a perturbed stomach or mind--which you please; they mean the same thing--and, checking himself just as he was starting with his part of the story, said to me sharply, "What do you want ?" What did I want?
I didn't tell HIM; but I'll tell YOU, in confidence.

I wanted a whiff of my pipe, and a turn at ROBINSON CRUSOE..