“I'll tell you something, too,” retorted the captain, duskily flushing. “I wouldn't sail this ship for the man you are, if you went upon your knees. I've dealt with gentlemen up to now.” “I can tell you the names of a number of gentlemen you'll never deal with any more, and that's the whole of Longhurst's gang,” said Jim. “I'll put your pipe out in that quarter, my friend. Here, rout out your traps as quick as look at it, and take your vermin along with you. I'll have a captain in, this very night, that's a sailor, and some sailors to work for him.”

And why not, as well as our dumbe men dispute, argue and tell histories by signes?

The only thing you can do in finishing that can't be fixed fairly easily is to blotch the wood with a stain.

Aww, that's so sad: he hasn't yet learned to ride a bike.