"I'm only giving him a reg'lar good squencher, doctor.

I don't want him aboard with a spark left in him to break out again: we've had enough of that.

Haul him aboard, lads, and shove him in the chain locker to get dry.

We'll set him ashore first chance." The Malay was hauled aboard with no very gentle hands by the white sailors, and as soon as he reached the deck he began crawling to the captain's feet, to which he clung, with gesture after gesture full of humility, as ha talked excitedly in a jargon of broken English and Malay.
"That's what I don't like in these fellows," said Jack Penny quietly; "they're either all bubble or else all squeak." "Yes; he's about squenched now, squire," said the captain.

"Here, shove him under hatches, and it's lucky for you I'm not in a hanging humour to-day.