Snatch him out by the heels.' I began to beg, and crept out amongst them trembling.

They looked me over, wondering, and the Child of Calamity says-- 'A cussed thief! Lend a hand and less heave him overboard!' 'No,' says Big Bob, 'less get out the paint-pot and paint him a sky blue all over from head to heel, and then heave him over!' 'Good, that 's it.

Go for the paint, Jimmy.' When the paint come, and Bob took the brush and was just going to begin, the others laughing and rubbing their hands, I begun to cry, and that sort of worked on Davy, and he says-- ''Vast there! He 's nothing but a cub.

'I'll paint the man that tetches him!' So I looked around on them, and some of them grumbled and growled, and Bob put down the paint, and the others didn't take it up.
'Come here to the fire, and less see what you're up to here,' says Davy.
'Now set down there and give an account of yourself.

How long have you been aboard here ?' 'Not over a quarter of a minute, sir,' says I.
'How did you get dry so quick ?' 'I don't know, sir.