Here the old man launched into a disquisition on germs and their natures, using words and phrases of such extraordinary length and meaninglessness, that the boys grinned at one another and looked out over the deserted ocean till they forgot the old man was babbling on.
He pays regular, was the rejoinder. But come, it's getting dreadful late, you had better be turning flukesit's a nice bed Sal and me slept in that ere bed the night we were spliced.