He opened his eyes wide with surprise, and putting his head to one side, gazed earnestly and long at the boy, as if he had been a rare old painting.
Before he could reply, the furious barking of a dog attracted Corrie's attention.

He knew it to be the voice of Toozle.

Being well acquainted with the locality of Alice's tree, he at once concluded that she was there; and knowing that she would certainly side with him, and that the side she took _must_ necessarily be the winning side, he resolved to bring Dick Price within the fascination of her influence.
"Come, follow me," said he; "we'll talk it over with a friend of mine." The seaman followed the boy obediently, and in a few minutes stood beside Alice.
Corrie had expected to find her there, but he had not counted on meeting with Poopy and Jo Bumpus.
"Hallo, Grampus! is that you ?" "Wot! Corrie, my boy, is it yourself?
Give us your flipper, small though it be.

I didn't think I'd niver see ye agin, lad." "No more did I, Grampus; it was very nearly all up with us." "Ah, my boy!" said Bumpus, becoming suddenly very grave, "you've no notion, how near it was all up with _me_.

Why, you won't believe it, I was all but scragged." "Dear me! what is scragged ?" inquired Alice.
"You don't mean to say you don't know!" exclaimed Bumpus.
"No, indeed, I don't." "Why, it means being hanged.