It's somewheres about me." "Hang it, man! have you felt in all your pockets ?" "Ain't got but two, sir, and I feeled in both o' them.

Think o' that, now, arter Mr Gregory saying as I was to be werry careful o' that letter!" "So careful that you've lost it," cried Captain Strong.

"Bill Widgeon, you're about the biggest blockhead in the crew." "Well, I dunno about that, sir; I may be a blockhead, but I arn't lost the letter." "Where is it, then ?" cried the captain angrily.
"That's just what I want to know, sir." "Bah! it's lost." "No, sir, it arn't lost; I were too careful for that, and--theer, I telled you so.

I remember now.

Mr Gregory says, says he, `you, Billy Widgeon,' he says, `you've got to take great care of that letter,' he says; and `all right, sir,' I says, `I just will,' and I put it wheer I thought it would be safest, and here it is." As he spoke, grinning broadly the while, he slipped off one of his shoes, stooped and picked it up, and drew out the letter all warm and crinkled up with the pressure.
"It's all right, sir," he said, smoothing and patting the letter, and handing it to his captain, before balancing himself on one leg to replace his shoe.
"Why didn't you carry it in your pocket, man ?" said the captain angrily, and he tore open the letter and began to read.
"I say, youngster," whispered the sailor, whom the dog was still slowly going round and smelling suspiciously, "will that there chap bite ?" "Bite! No," replied Mark.