I put my other hand up, and by George! it was the grain; the beasts had speared me like a porpoise.
'Cap'n!' I cried.--'What's wrong ?' says he.--'They've grained me,' says I.--'Grained you ?' says he.

'Well, I've been looking for that.'-- --'And by God,' I cried, 'I want to have some of these beasts murdered for it!'-- 'Now, Mr.Nares,' says he, 'you better go below.

If I had been one of the men, you'd have got more than this.

And I want no more of your language on deck.

You've cost me my fore-royal already,' says he; 'and if you carry on, you'll have the three sticks out of her.' That was old man Green's idea of supporting officers.