Soon after, I was trying to bribe the man with all my money and my watch.
'Who gave you that watch ?' said he.
'Downright Church catechism!' muttered Temple.
'My grandfather,' said I.
The captain's head went like a mechanical hammer, to express something indescribable.
'My grandfather,' I continued, 'will pay you handsomely for any service you do to me and my friend.' 'Now, that's not far off forgoing,' said the captain, in a tone as much as to say we were bad all over.
I saw the waters slide by his cabin-windows.

My desolation, my humiliation, my chained fury, tumbled together.

Out it came-- 'Captain, do behave to us like a gentleman, and you shall never repent it.

Our relatives will be miserable about us.

They--captain!--they don't know where we are.