The steward impatiently took the paddle away from him and bent to the work.
Half-way to the steamer the ancient ceased wheezing and spoke, nodding his head at Michael.
"That fella dog he belong big white marster along schooner.

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You give 'm me ten stick tobacco," he added after due pause to let the information sink in.
"I give 'm you bang alongside head," Daughtry assured him cheerfully.
"White marster along schooner plenty friend along me too much.

Just now he stop 'm along _Makambo_.