But you wait a bit; the cream's coming.

We made Melbourne right enough, and the old man said: 'Mr.
Nares, you and me don't draw together.

You're a first-rate seaman, no mistake of that; but you're the most disagreeable man I ever sailed with; and your language and your conduct to the crew I cannot stomach.
I guess we'll separate.' I didn't care about the berth, you may be sure; but I felt kind of mean; and if he made one kind of stink, I thought I could make another.

So I said I would go ashore and see how things stood; went, found I was all right, and came aboard again on the top rail.--'Are you getting your traps together, Mr.Nares ?' says the old man.--'No,' says I, 'I don't know as we'll separate much before 'Frisco; at least,' I said, 'it's a point for your consideration.

I'm very willing to say good-by to the Maria, but I don't know whether you'll care to start me out with three months' wages.' He got his money-box right away.