"If you are going to do anything to earn your ten dollars, it is time for you to be about it." "Yes, sar; I will told you all about it, massa." "No long yarns, my man!" protested the officer, as Quimp seated himself in the stern sheets as though he intended to tell a long story.
"Yes, massa; told you all about it in a bref.

De wind done blow fresh from de norf-west for t'ree days; dat's what Massa Cap'n Stopfoot say," Quimp began.
"No matter what Captain Stopfoot says!" Christy interposed.

"Tell me where the steamer is, if there is any steamer in the bay.

We will stop the foot and the mouth of Captain Stopfoot when we come to him." "Well, sar, if you don't want to har dis nigger's yarn, he'll shet up all to onct," replied Quimp, standing on his dignity.
"Go on, then; but make it short," added Christy, finding it would take less time to get what he wanted out of the negro by letting him have his own way.

"Wind fresh from the north-west for three days." "Yes, sar; and dat pile up de water so de tide rise six or eight inches higher," continued Quimp, picking up the clew given him.