"Oodles and oodles of it, my gentlemen, in cask and chest, in cask and chest, a fathom under the sand." "Share--_what_, sir ?" Daughtry queried, though well he knew, the other steward having cursed to him the day he sailed from San Francisco on a blind lay instead of straight wages.

"Not that it matters, sir," he hastened to add.

"I spent a whalin' voyage once, three years of it, an' paid off with a dollar.

Wages for mine, an' sixty gold a month, seein' there's only four of you." "And a mate," the captain added.
"And a mate," Daughtry repeated.

"Very good, sir.