"A weak breed, that's what they are--nothing to build on, no stamina.

The least thing drags them down.
Why, in my day we grew fat on work like that--only we didn't; we worked so hard there wasn't any chance for fat.

We kept in fighting trim, that was all.

But as for this scum and slum--say, you remember, Mr.Pathurst, that man I spoke to the first day, who said his name was Charles Davis ?" "The one you thought there was something the matter with ?" "Yes, and there was, too.

He's in that 'midship room with the Greek now.
He'll never do a tap of work the whole Voyage.