"That hole's no worse with plague than't is without.

Got two cases on board, myself--coolies.
Stowed 'em topside, under the boats .-- Come up here, ye castaway! Come up, ye goatskin Robinson Crusoe, and get a white man's chow!" He received them on deck,--a red, peppery little officer, whose shaven cheeks and close gray hair gave him the look of a parson gone wrong, a hedge-priest run away to sea.

Two tall Chinese boys scurried about with wicker chairs, with trays of bottles, ice, and cheroots, while he barked his orders, like a fox-terrier commanding a pair of solemn dock-rats.
The white men soon lounged beside the wheel-house.
"So you brought Mrs.Forrester," drawled Heywood.
Rudolph, wondering if they saw him wince, listened with painful eagerness.

But the captain disposed of that subject very simply.
"_She's_ no good." He stared up at the grimy awning.

"What I'm thinking is, will that there Dacca babu at Koprah slip me through his blessed quarantine for twenty-five dollars.