I just got to admire the fine way it's being done, sir." "I'll tell you something," the Ancient Mariner replied, with such confidential air that almost Daughtry leaned to hear.

"No steward on the _Wide Awake_ could mix a highball in just the way I like, as well as you.
We didn't know cocktails in those days, but we had sherry and bitters.

A good appetizer, too, a most excellent appetizer." "I'll tell you something more," he continued, just as it seemed he had finished, and just in time to interrupt Daughtry away from his third attempt to ferret out the true inwardness of the situation on the _Mary Turner_ and of the Ancient Mariner's part in it.

"It is mighty nigh five bells, and I should be very pleased to have one of your delicious cocktails ere I go down to dine." More suspicious than ever of him was Daughtry after this episode.

But, as the days went by, he came more and more to the conclusion that Charles Stough Greenleaf was a senile old man who sincerely believed in the abiding of a buried treasure somewhere in the South Seas.
Once, polishing the brass-work on the hand-rails of the cabin companionway, Daughtry overheard the ancient one explaining his terrible scar and missing fingers to Grimshaw and the Armenian Jew.