You couldn't have stood out another week.' 'That's the dreadful part of it!' cried Herrick.

'Another week and I'd have murdered someone for a dollar! God! and I know that?
And I'm still living?
It's some beastly dream.' 'Quietly, quietly! Quietly does it, my son.

Take your pea soup.

Food, that's what you want,' said Davis.
The soup strengthened and quieted Herrick's nerves; another glass of wine, and a piece of pickled pork and fried banana completed what the soup began; and he was able once more to look the captain in the face.
'I didn't know I was so much run down,' he said.
'Well,' said Davis, 'you were as steady as a rock all day: now you've had a little lunch, you'll be as steady as a rock again.' 'Yes,'was the reply, 'I'm steady enough now, but I'm a queer kind of a first officer.' 'Shucks!' cried the captain.

'You've only got to mind the ship's course, and keep your slate to half a point.