The monkey's happier there than down in your stuffy forecastle." "Which I won't deny as it is stuffy, sir, far from it," said Billy; "but when you get used to the smell you don't mind, and I'm sure Jack likes it.

So call away your dog." "No," said Mark, "you may get him away if you like." "Well, if so be as I must, I must," said the little sailor.

"The men says they wants Jacko, and--Lor' a me!" As he spoke he had gone down on one knee to reach into the barrel and get hold of Jack's leg, but at the angry remonstrative cry of the monkey as he felt it seized, Bruff made so furious an attack upon the sailor that he started back and rolled over, to find Bruff spring upon his chest.
"Hold hard, mate; don't bite.

I gives up," said Billy quietly.

"Call him off, Mr Mark, sir." But the lad had already caught the dog by the collar, and dragged him away growling.
Just then Jack sprang out of the barrel chattering loudly, and bounded toward the main hatchway.