"I say, Mr Mark, sir, aren't he a monkey to be proud on?
He's cleverer than lots o' men." Meanwhile Jack had climbed solemnly into the verdant nest above the nuts, and now looked down to where Bruff was staring wonderingly up at him, and uttered a low chattering, to which the dog responded with a bark.
"That's them, Jack.

Chuck 'em down, old lad," cried Billy, smiling gleefully, as he rubbed his hands up and down his sides.
Jack changed his position, his tail giving a whisk or spin round, and looked down at Bruff, who now ran to the other side.
"Come, matey! Let's have 'em," said Billy.

"Here, look sharp! Chuck down the whole lot." Jack chattered again, and then as Bruff barked he barked in no very bad imitation, while he took hold of a leaf and gave it a shake.
"No, no; the nuts, stoopid, not them there leaves," cried Billy.
Jack shook another leaf and barked at the dog, who barked up at him, and reared up and scratched the tree.
"Here, you be off, and don't interrupt," cried Billy, throwing his cap at the dog.

"Don't you see he's busy ?" Bruff caught the cap up in his teeth and trotted away with it, whereat Jack chattered and sputtered more loudly, and again shook one of the leaves, whilst the little party below looked on in an amused fashion.
"Why, Billy," said the boatswain at last, in the most stolid of tones, "don't seem to me as that there is a monkey to be proud on." "Oh yes, he is, Mr Small, sir! He's a good un, and he'd ha' sent them there nuts a showering down if that there dorg hadn't begun his larks.
Here, give me my cap." "Never mind the cap, Billy," said Mark, laughing, "we want the nuts." "So do I, Mr Mark, sir," said Billy, scratching his head, "and I'd give old Jack such a clout o' the head if I was up there." "Ah! you'll have to teach him how, my man," said the major.

"No nuts that way." "He knows, begging your pardon, sir," said Billy.