I hate your honey-mouthed, easy-going skippers, who simper out, 'Please, my good men, have the goodness to brace round the foreyard when the ship's taken aback.' No, no—give me a man who knows how to command men.

The tent, made of tough canvas, held up to many abuses.

Had I taken his accusations seriously I might have recommended a change in my under-managership, but I never could translate our jammy products into gas or explosives or even poison. Still yap, at least as concerned Beldite's.

Yeah, you know what I'm talking 'bout / Yeah, get on with it, baby / That's what I'm talking 'bout / Now dig this!