Keeps off the gnawin's wonderful." "Yah! Who's going to chew tobacco!" cried the lad with a look of disgust, as he buttoned up his uniform jacket.

"Oh, hang it all, I wish the sun would come out!" "Won't be long, sir; and then all this sea-haar will go." "Why don't you say mist ?" cried the lad contemptuously.
"'Acause it's sea-haar, and you can't make nowt else on it, sir!" "They haven't seen anything of them in the night, I suppose ?" "No, sir; nowt.

It scars me sometimes, the way they dodges us, and gets away.

Don't think theer's anything queer about 'em, do you ?" "Queer?
Yes, of course.

They're smugglers, and as artful as can be." "Nay, sir, bad, I mean--you know, sir." "No, I don't, Dick," cried the young officer pettishly.