How'd you get around it ?" "Why, I just wouldn't stand it.

I'd run away." "Run away! Well, you WOULD be a nice old slouch of a hermit.

You'd be a disgrace." The Red-Handed made no response, being better employed.

He had finished gouging out a cob, and now he fitted a weed stem to it, loaded it with tobacco, and was pressing a coal to the charge and blowing a cloud of fragrant smoke--he was in the full bloom of luxurious contentment.

The other pirates envied him this majestic vice, and secretly resolved to acquire it shortly.