I'll take that Kanaka along with me, if y'like, Professor," and he cast a side glance at Cockatoo, who was squatting on his hams as usual, polishing a blue enameled jar from a Theban tomb.
"I require the services of the man," said Braddock stiffly.

"As to you, sir: you've been paid for your business in connection with Bolton's passage and the shipment of my mummy, so there is no more to be said." "Heaps more! heaps, you bet," remarked the man of the sea placidly, and controlling a temper which in less civilized parts would have led him to wipe the floor with the plump scientist.

"My owners were paid fur that racket: not me.

No, sir.

So I've paddled into this port to see if I can rake in a few dollars on my own." "I've no dollars to give you--in charity, that is." "Huh! An' who asked charity, you bald-headed jelly-bag ?" Braddock grew scarlet with fury.