He placed himself opposite, nursing the valise on his knees.

Ben Jope came last and slammed-to the door after him.
"Way-ho!" he shouted.

"Easy canvas!" and with that plumped down beside me, and took off his tarpaulin hat, extracted a handkerchief, and carefully wiped his brow and the back of his neck.
"Well!" he sighed.

"Bill's launched, anyhow." "Shipmate ?" asked the clergyman.
"Messmate," answered Mr.Jope; and, opening his mouth, pointed down it with his forefinger.

"Not that a better fellow ever lived." "I can quite believe it," said Mr.Whitmore sympathetically.