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"Now mark ye, Spraggons," says I, "harm the child again any of ye and I'll beat your fat carcass to a jelly." "No, no!" quoth he, "you can't quarrel wi' me, the Smiler don't never quarrel wi' none. You'd never strike Smiling Sam, friend!"
Who's captain here who? Come speak up, my roaring boy!" and he thrust his hook beneath the Smiler's great, flabby chin. "Mercy, Cap'n mercy!" cried Spraggons, his high-pitched voice rising to a pitiful squeal. "Not the hook, Cap'n O Lord love me not the hook!" "Hook? And why not, Sam, why not?
"Here come my lambs at last, Marty, and among 'em some o' the lads as sailed wi' Bartlemy aboard the 'Delight. There's Sam Spraggons for one Smiling Sam as you'll mind aboard the 'Faithful Friend. Now the Smiler knoweth many and divers methods of persuasion, Marty lad, tricks learned of the Indians as shall persuade a man to anything in this world.
There's none like Sam can make a man give tongue! Pass the word for Smiling Sam! Step forward, Sammy." Hereupon cometh the great, fat fellow Spraggons who had been bo'sun's mate aboard the "Faithful Friend," forcing his way with vicious elbows and mighty anxious to come at me.
Sponge's company, he thought, nevertheless, that the ladies and he Amelia and he at least would get on very well. Forgetting that he had come to eject Sponge on the score of insufficiency, he really began to think he might be a very desirable match for one of them himself. 'The Spraggons are a most respectable family, said he, eyeing himself in the glass.
You've reglarly impeached my integrity blood of the Spraggons won't stand that. "Death before Dishonour!" shouted he, at the top of his voice, flourishing his nightcap over his head, and then dashing it on to the middle of the floor. 'What's the matter? what's the matter? what's the matter? exclaimed Mr. Sponge, rushing through the connecting door.
The bo'sun's mate Samuel Spraggons is me, friend Sam for short, called likewise Smiling Sam come, come, never scowl on Sam nobody never quarrels with the Smiler, I'm friends wi' everyone, I am, friend." "Why then loose the child!" says I. "Child? Ha, is't this little rogueling ye mean, friend?"
Spraggon of handing his extra weight to Lord Scamperdale; and Jack, in the full consciousness of injured guilt, intimates that the blood of the Spraggons won't stand that that there's 'only one way of settling it, and he'll be ready for Pacey half an hour after the race.
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