"Here, lie down, Bruff!" The dog obeyed, laying his head upon his forepaws and blinking at the visitor, whom he watched intently as if he were in doubt about his character.
"Looks a nipper, he do, squire," said the sailor.

"He could take hold pretty tight, eh ?" "Take hold and keep hold," said Mark, who could not help a feeling of envy creeping into his breast--envy of the easy-looking, active little man who was to be his father's companion over the seas to wonderland.
"He looks as if he would," said the sailor after a few moments' pause.
"I say, youngster, I'd rayther be ins with him than outs." "What! rather be friends than enemies ?" "That's it, youngster.

I say, what are you going to be--first-mate, and skipper arter ?" "No," said Mark, speaking in the same low tone as his questioner; "I'm not going to be a sailor." "Lor!" "It is not decided what I'm to be yet." "Arn't it now?
Why, if you'd come to sea along o' us what a lot I could ha' taught you surety.

Why, I could ha' most made a man of you." "Here, Widgeon," said the captain sharply, "take that back to Mr Gregory, and tell him I shall be aboard to-morrow." "Right, sir," said the sailor, giving his head a duck and his right leg another kick out--courtesies called forth by the well-furnished room and the soft carpet, for on the bare deck of the ship he put off his manners with his shore-going clothes.

"Day, sir.