Then all at once the swarthy, convulsed face of the man appeared above the wave, and he began to swim towards the side, yelling for help.
"Ah!" said the skipper, smiling, "that's about put him out.

Nothing like cold water for squenching fire." "Hi--wup! hi--wup!" shouted Jimmy, who forgot his wound, and danced up and down, holding on by the bulwarks, his shining black face looking exceedingly comic with a broad bandage of white linen across his brow.
"Hi--wup! hi--wup!" he shouted; "bunyip debble shark coming--bite um legs." "Help!" shrieked the Malay in piteous tones, as he swam on, clutching at the slippery sides of the schooner.
"Help!" growled the captain; "what for?
Here, you, let me have that there kris.

Hitch it on that cord." As he spoke the captain threw down the thin line with which the Malay had been bound, the poor wretch snatching at it frantically; but as he did so it was pulled away from his despairing clutch.
"I could noose him," drawled Jack Penny coolly.

"I've often caught father's rams like that." "Yes, but your father's rams hadn't got knives," said the captain grimly.
"No, but they'd got horns," said Jack quietly.

"Ain't going to drown him, are you ?" "Not I, boy; he'll drown himself if we leave him alone." "I don't like to see fellows drown," said Jack; and he left the bulwarks and sat down on the hatchway edge.