I'm going to give him my own berth, and he'll stay here." "How are we to get him again, sir ?" "That I don't know.

I only know that he'll die if he has to be flung about any more." "Well, sir, you fare to be a clever man, and you're a good 'un.

We're not three very good 'uns, me and these chaps isn't, but if you haves a meetin' Sunday we're goin' to be here." Then came the usual handshaking, and the two gentlemen's palms were remarkably unctuous before the visitors departed.
"Look here, Lennard, if I'd had slings something like those used in the troopships for horses, I should have got that poor fellow up as easily as if he'd been a kitten.

And now, how on earth are we to lower him down that narrow companion?
We must leave it to Freeman and the men.

Neither of us can keep a footing.