"Don't you go makin' a mock of Jonahs, young feller." "Well, Harve ain't no Jonah.

Day after we catched him," Dan cut in, "we had a toppin' good catch." The cook threw up his head and laughed suddenly--a queer, thin laugh.
He was a most disconcerting nigger.

"Murder!" said Long Jack.

"Don't do that again, doctor.

We ain't used to Ut." "What's wrong ?" said Dan.