Only one sailor man missing: got drunk, or got drowned, or got left: the proper sailor's end." Something bitter in the thought and in the speaker's tones struck me hard.

"Here is one that has got left!" I cried, getting sharply to my feet; for we had been some time seated.

"I wish it were the other.

I don't--don't relish going home to Jim with this!" "See here," said Nares, with ready tact, "I must be getting aboard.
Johnson's in the brig annexing chandlery and canvas, and there's some things in the Norah that want fixing against we go to sea.

Would you like to be left here in the chicken-ranch?
I'll send for you to supper." I embraced the proposal with delight.