They're allus handy on a pleasure-boat.

He c'n keep off th' riffraff boatmen.

An' _you_ know what persistent cusses they be in the Med'terranean.

Why ?" "Oh, nothing, if he's a good sailor.

Notice his hands ?" "Why, no!" "Soft as a woman's." "Y' don't say! Well, we'll see 'em tough enough before we sight Funchal.