Won't sit down with us, won't he?
won't say a civil word?
I'll serve the son of a gun as he deserves.

By God, Huish, I'll show him whether he's too good for John Davis!' 'Easy with the names, cap',' said Huish, who was always the more sober.
'Easy over the stones, my boy!' 'All right, I will.

You're a good sort, Huish.

I didn't take to you at first, but I guess you're right enough.

Let's open another bottle,' said the captain; and that day, perhaps because he was excited by the quarrel, he drank more recklessly, and by four o'clock was stretched insensible upon the locker.
Herrick and Huish supped alone, one after the other, opposite his flushed and snorting body.