"Well, Duke, I'm from th' Bar-20, an' my name is Hop—"
"Weigh anchor an' 'bout ship! You can't make this port, you wind-jamming pirate!"
"I want to see yore foreman. This is his shovel, an' I—"
"Then where'd you get it, hey? How'd you get his—"
"Hang it!" interrupted Hopalong, losing his patience. "I tell you I want to see Meeker! I want to see him about some—"
"An' where's th' coolie that rid that hoss?" demanded the cook, belligerently.
"You won't see that thief no more. That's one of th' things I want to—"
"Hooray!" cried Salem. "Was he drowned, or shanghaied?"
"Was he what? What are you talking about, anyhow? Where did you ever learn how to talk Chinese?"
"What! Chinese! You whale-bellied, barnacle-brained bilge pirate, I've got a good notion—"