"I am going home for a few days to see my mother, who is in feeble health.

I don't want to quarrel with you; and if I can be of any service to you after we get into port, I shall be happy to do so.

We sail at about five o'clock in the morning, on the high tide." "Captain Passford," began the commander, in a more subdued tone than the prisoner had ever heard him use.
"That title does not apply to me now, Captain Flanger," Christy interposed.

"If I ever get back to my duty on shipboard, it will be as second lieutenant of the Bellevite." "Mr.Passford, if that suits you better, I was going to say that I mean to treat you like a gentleman, whether you are one or not, in spite of my shattered and battered nose," added the captain.
"I do not consider myself responsible for the condition of your nose, Captain Flanger.

At the time you received that wound you were engaged in a daring adventure, with two revolvers in your hands, ready to blow my brains out.