"When did you come ashore ?" He stopped as though shot, bracing himself with difficulty, and endeavoring to gain a glimpse of my face.
"Hello, yerself," he managed to ejaculate thickly.

"Who are yer?
frien' o' mine ?" "Why, don't yer remember me, ol' man?
I'm the feller who wus scrubbin' the paint on the _Adventurer_.

We wus talkin' tergether comin' up.

I wus goin' fer ter enlist." "Hell! yes; glad ter see yer.

Sum hot whisky et this camp--tried eny ?" "No," I answered, grasping at the opportunity to arouse his generosity.
"I ain't got no coin to buy.