"Well," said he, very gravely, "all this was child's play." There was a pause that marked Hudson's astonishment.

Then he broke out, "Child's play, ye lubber! If you had been there your gills would have been as white as your Sunday shirt; and a d--d deal whiter." "Come, be civil," said Wylie, "I tell you all the ways you have told me are too suspicious.

Our governor is a highflyer.

He pays like a prince, and, in return, he must not be blown on, if it is ever so little.
'Wylie,' says he, 'a breath of suspicion would kill me.' 'Make it so much,' says I, 'and that breath shall never blow on you.

No, no, skipper; none of those ways will do for us; they have all been worked twice too often.