The sailor was holding it by one hand, and the animal was making a pretence of walking erect, but in a very awkward shuffling manner, while its quick eyes were watching the dog.
"I've brought the captain to see you, Mr Mark, sir," said Billy grinning.

"He hasn't been well, and only come out of his berth this morning.

Here, Jack, shake hands with the gent." "Chick, chicker--chack, chack," cried the monkey; and turning sharply, he gave Billy's detaining hand a nip with his teeth, sharply enough to make the man utter an exclamation and let go, when the monkey leaped on to the bulwark, seized a rope, and went up it hand over hand in a quadrumanous manner to a height that he considered safe, and there held on and hung, looking down at the dog, chattering volubly the while.
"He don't like the looks on him, sir," said Billy grinning.

"I told him he was a nipper.

I say, look at 'em.