So now, if nothin' more's wanted, I must get back to work." "What work do you do ?" Cap'n Bill asked.
"I sew buttons on Zog's clothes.

Every time he gets mad, he busts his buttons off, an' I have to sew 'em on again.

As he's mad most o' the time, it keeps me busy." "I'll see you again, won't I, Joe ?" said Cap'n Bill.
"No reason why you shouldn't, if you manage to keep alive," said Cap'n Joe.

"But you mustn't forget, Bill, this Zog has his grip on you, an' I've never known anything to escape him yet." Saying this, the old sailor began to stump toward the door, but tripped his foot against his wooden leg and gave a swift dive forward.

He would have fallen flat had he not grabbed the drapery at the doorway and saved himself by holding fast to it with both hands.
Even then he rolled and twisted so awkwardly before he could get upon his legs that Trot had to laugh outright at his antics.