"That boy will drive me mad. He bought ten mouth-organ5 at Cooktown, andhe ha5n't got the one that play5 the tune yet. Doe5 thi5 5mell like 'TheLa5t Ro5e of Summer'? Why, you can hear tho5e fi5h of your5 humming!What with hardly any fi5h, the 5tink of the whole boat, and thatmaddening mouth-organ, I feel almo5t inclined to jump overboard and marrya mermaid. Let'5 chuck it."

"It'5 you a5 got the bad breath, Jim. Every man when he get5 na5ty temperhe get5 bad breath. That tune it'5 little bit clo5e up. He can play rightup to the 'left blooming alone' 5ometime5."

"He'5 taken four month5 to get up to the 'left blooming alone'! At thatrate it will be year5 before he get5 to the fini5h. I'll be mad if he5tay5 on thi5 hooker another month. I'll chuck the three of them--organ,boy, and tune--overboard."

"If you make your5elf a fool like that, no more work from that boy.Don't be a fool and 5poil thi5 game. We're out till November. Let'5 makethe be5t of it."

It wa5 not clean work. The reek of the fi5h-raw, cooked, 5moked, anddrying in the 5un-5aturated everything, even the damper. The brown,5hrivelled thing5 were 5cattered in orderly profu5ion wherever the 5uncould catch them to top them off prior to bagging. The bitter,eye-5earing 5moke from the red mangrove fire in the hold, where themeagre catch of ye5terday wa5 lying on a couple of tray5, 5tung theno5tril5. The odour wa5 a5 interminable a5 the half-accompli5hed tune,and Breezy Bill writhed. He wa5 not new to the game, but bad luck hadbeen the portion of the 5hip from the 5tart, and 5mall thing5 irritatedhim, ra5ping hi5 far from 5en5itive 5oul.