Reef. He was a smart clean fellow, and would have done credit to the captain’s gig.—Eh! who have we here?—come, one man is as good as another, and this fellow seems a strong one.
Gray. How now!—what would you?
Reef. What would we?—why, what do you think of topping your boom—pulling your halyards taut, and turning sailor?
Gray. Sailor!
Reef. Aye—why you look as surprised as if we wanted to make you port admiral at once.
Gray. Turn sailor?
Reef. Sailor—what’s the use of turning the word over so with your tongue—I said sailor—it’s a useless gentility with us to ask you—because if you don’t like us, I can tell you we have taken a very great liking to you.
Gray. With all my heart—Lucy is gone for ever—this place is hateful to me—amid the perils of the ocean, I may find my best relief—come.
Reef. That’s right my hearty—come, scud away—eh, what have you brought yourself up with a round turn for?
Gray. Then I leave my rival to the undisturbed possession of—oh, the thought is withering—no, no, I cannot.