Fernando, I feel gladness in saying, had with him but two or three.

And aside stood variations, individuals.

Beltran the cook was such an one, a bold, mirthful, likable man.

We had several dry thinkers, and a braggart and two or three who proved miserably villainous.

We had weathercocks and men who faced forward, no matter what the wind that blew.
The Admiral knew well that he must have, if he could, a ship patient, contented and hopeful.