The honest tar (whose pride and indignation boiled within him) answered my grandfather, that it was true he had sent him to school, but it had cost him nothing, for he had never been at one shilling expense to furnish him with food, raiment, books, or other necessaries; so that it was not much to be wondered at, if the boy made small progress; and yet whoever told him so was a lying, lubberly rascal, and deserved to be keel-haul'd; for thof he (the lieutenant) did not understand those matters himself, he was well informed as how Rory was the best scholar of his age in all the country; the truth of which he would maintain, by laying a wager of his whole half-year's pay on the boy's head--with these words he pulled out his purse, and challenged the company: "Neither is he predicted to vice, as you affirm, but rather, left like a wreck, d'ye see, at the mercy of the wind and weather, by your neglect, old gentleman.

As for what happened to your chaplain, I am only sorry that he did not knock out the scoundrel's brains instead of his teeth.

By the Lord, if ever I come up with him, he had better be in Greenland, that's all.

Thank you for your courteous offer of binding the lad apprentice to a tradesman.

I suppose you would make a tailor of him--would you?
I had rather see him hang'd, d'ye see.