Those who could not understand the old fellow's words, could guess at them from his gesticulations.

They were all laughing, finding him bizarre and interesting.

And this general gayety induced Caragol to bring forth liquid treasures that had been piling up in former voyages under Ferragut's careless and generous administration.
The strong alcoholic wine of the coast of the Levant began falling into the glasses like ink crowned with a circle of rubies.

The old man poured it forth with a prodigal hand.

"Drink away, boys; in your land you don't have anything like this...." At other times he would concoct his famous "refrescoes," smiling with the satisfaction of an artist at seeing the sensuous grin that began flashing across their countenances.
"When did you ever drink anything like that?
What would ever become of you all without your Uncle Caragol ?..." These Bretons, accustomed to the discipline and sobriety of other vessels, admired greatly the extraordinary privileges of a cook who could display as much generosity as the captain himself.