Of course we'll rise, naturally, to the top of affairs.

White men always do in savage countries.

You shall be king, Jack; Ralph, prime minister, and I shall be--" "The court jester," interrupted Jack.
"No," retorted Peterkin, "I'll have no title at all.

I shall merely accept a highly responsible situation under government, for you see, Jack, I'm fond of having an enormous salary and nothing to do." "But suppose there are no natives ?" "Then we'll build a charming villa, and plant a lovely garden round it, stuck all full of the most splendiferous tropical flowers, and we'll farm the land, plant, sow, reap, eat, sleep, and be merry." "But to be serious," said Jack, assuming a grave expression of countenance, which I observed always had the effect of checking Peterkin's disposition to make fun of everything, "we are really in rather an uncomfortable position.

If this is a desert island, we shall have to live very much like the wild beasts, for we have not a tool of any kind, not even a knife." "Yes, we have _that_," said Peterkin, fumbling in his trousers pocket, from which he drew forth a small penknife with only one blade, and that was broken.
"Well, that's better than nothing; but come," said Jack, rising, "we are wasting our time in _talking_ instead of _doing_.