Look here, the poor devil is really in want of employment.
I won't ask you much this time: only to hold your tongue; and I shall try to get your brother to take him as chief officer.

At this George lays his arms and his head on his desk, so that Cloete feels sorry for him.
But altogether Cloete feels more cheerful because he has shaken the ghost a bit into that Stafford.

That very afternoon he buys him a suit of blue clothes, and tells him that he will have to turn to and work for his living now.

Go to sea as mate of the _Sagamore_.

The skunk wasn't very willing, but what with having nothing to eat and no place to sleep in, and the woman having frightened him with the talk of some prosecution or other, he had no choice, properly speaking.