Yes, I wouldn't wonder a mite." "It will be talked about some, I suppose.

Don't you think so ?" "Some, yes." "I'm afraid some of my own people may think it queer." "Queer! Say, Mr.Ellery, you remind me of a half-breed Portugee feller--half Portugee and a half Indian--that went to sea with my father, back in the old days.

He hardly ever spoke a word, mainly grunted and made signs.

One day he and another fo'mast hand went aloft in a calm to do somethin' to the tops'l.

The half-breed--they called him Billy Peter and he always called himself that--was out on the end of the yard, with his foot on the rope underneath, I forget the name of it, when the tarred twine he had for a shoe string caught.