The German opened his cigar-case and handed a skinny black cigar to Harvey.
"Dot is der broper apparatus to smoke, my young friendt," he said.

"You vill dry it?
Yes?
Den you vill be efer so happy." Harvey lit the unlovely thing with a flourish: he felt that he was getting on in grownup society.
"It would take more 'n this to keel me over," he said, ignorant that he was lighting that terrible article, a Wheeling "stogie".
"Dot we shall bresently see," said the German.

"Where are we now, Mr.
Mactonal' ?" "Just there or thereabouts, Mr.Schaefer," said the engineer.

"We'll be on the Grand Bank to-night; but in a general way o' speakin', we're all among the fishing-fleet now.

We've shaved three dories an' near scalped the boom off a Frenchman since noon, an' that's close sailing', ye may say." "You like my cigar, eh ?" the German asked, for Harvey's eyes were full of tears.
"Fine, full flavor," he answered through shut teeth.