I have seen a scared orang in a zoo, and for all the world this bestial-faced, mowing, gibbering thing reminded me of the orang.

The sailors surrounded him, laying hands on him, withstraining him, the while they guffawed and cheered.

Right and left the two mates shoved them away, and dragged the lunatic down the deck and into a room in the 'midship house.

I could not help marking the strength of Mr.Pike and Mr.Mellaire.

I had heard of the superhuman strength of madmen, but this particular madman was as a wisp of straw in their hands.
Once into the bunk, Mr.Pike held down the struggling fool easily with one hand while he dispatched the second mate for marlin with which to tie the fellow's arms.
"Bughouse," Mr.Pike grinned at me.