Then my mate used to try it on with other tricks, but I wouldn't have it, and I've had no end o' rows with my messmates on account o' that little chap, for I've got to love him like a brother a'most--ah, more than you do your dog; but he's that howdacious artful that I get ashamed on him.

He aren't got no more morals than a lobster, as would pinch his best friend's finger off as soon as look at him." "And Jack bites you, then, same as he would anyone else ?" "More, sir; ever so much more.

Why, I'm all over his bites." "And so you think he's shamming ?" said Mark.
"I'm sure of it, and I'm a-going to cure him." "What will you do ?" "Well, I shall try him easy-like at first, sir, and if that don't do I shall try rope's end." "No, no, do it by kindness, Billy," said Mark.
"Well, that would be kindness, sir.

Monkey's only a monkey, but even a monkey ought to be taught to have some morals.

You come along o' me." Mark leaped down, and followed the little sailor back to where Jack was lying watching them; and as soon as they reached the spot, Billy bent down, placed his hands upon his knees, and poured forth a stream of the most voluble vituperation ever invented by man.