" Daughtry began.
"Too bad, hell!" the captain shut him off.

"Bo's'n! Throw that dog overboard." "Throw the dog overboard, sir, yes, sir," the boatswain repeated, but hesitated.
Dag Daughtry's face hardened unconsciously with the stiffening of his will to dogged opposition, which, in its own slow quiet way, would go to any length to have its way.

But he answered respectfully enough, his features, by a shrewd effort, relaxing into a seeming of his customary good-nature.
"He's a good dog, sir, and an unoffending dog.

I can't imagine what could a-made 'm break loose this way.

He must a-had cause, sir--" "He had," one of the passengers, a coconut planter from the Shortlands, interjected.
The steward threw him a grateful glance and continued.
"He's a good dog, sir, a most obedient dog, sir--look at the way he minded me right in the thick of the scrap an' come 'n' lay down.