Some dog, you, some big man-dog." He turned back to Lerumie, illuminating him as he clung in the rigging, and his voice was harsh and cold as he addressed him.
"What name belong along you fella boy ?" he demanded.
"Me fella Lerumie," came the chirping, quavering answer.
"You come along Pennduffryn ?" "Me come along Meringe." Captain Van Horn debated the while he fondled the puppy in his arms.
After all, it was a return boy.

In a day, in two days at most, he would have him landed and be quit of him.
"My word," he harangued, "me angry along you.

Me angry big fella too much along you.

Me angry along you any amount.

What name you fella boy make 'm pickaninny dog belong along me walk about along water ?" Lerumie was unable to answer.