On land, he was likely to imitate landsmen in manners and politeness; but on board he tipped his hat to nobody; leastwise, to nobody but Miss Laura, bless her heart! "I reckon one o' you is th' new sec'rety." "Yes, I am the new secretary," replied Breitmann, unsmiling.
"Furrin parts ?" "Yes." "Well, well!" as if, while he couldn't help the fact, it was none the less to be pitied.

"You'll be comin' aboard soon, then.

Off for th' Banks.

Take my word for it, you'll find her as stiddy as one o' your floatin' hotels, sir, where you don't see no sailor but a deck hand as swabs th' scuppers when a beam sea's on.

Good mornin'!" And Captain Flanagan stumped off toward the village.
Breitmann shrugged contemptuously.
"He may not be in European yachting form," admitted Fitzgerald, "but he's the kind of man who makes a navy a good fighting machine." "But we usually pick out gentlemen to captain our private yachts." "Oh, this Flanagan is an exception.