He called the monkey all the lazy, idle, good-for-nothing swabs, lubbers, and humbugs possible, while the effect was droll in the extreme.
At first the little animal chattered at him, then he shook his head, then he grew angry, and at last curled himself up, covering his head with his long arms, and howled piteously.
"That's a-touching of him up, sir," said Billy.

"He knows it, you see.
Why, you miserable little black-faced, bandy-legged sneak," he continued, addressing the monkey, "what's in my mind is to--" Woof! Billy Widgeon made a bound, and caught a rope, by whose help he swung himself up into the rigging.
"Lay hold o' that dog, Mr Mark, sir," he cried.
For Bruff, who had been lying down when this tirade began, slowly raised his head, then placed himself in a sitting posture, and ended by staring at Billy, till Jack gave a more piteous howl than any he had before uttered, when the dog gave vent to one low growling bark, and sprang at the sailor.
"Ah!" said Billy, as soon as Bruff was quieted down, "you see he takes his part.

Being a dog he don't know no better, sir.

I must try another way." Billy slowly swung himself down, displaying wonderful muscular strength of arm as he did so, and beckoning Mark aside he continued: "I'm going to show you now, sir.

Can you make your dog howl ?" "Oh, yes, Billy, easily." "How will you do it ?" "Shut him up somewhere, or chain him, and then call him.