1 But these chaps were not much account, really.
2 Now when I was a little chap I had a passion for maps.
3 We had enlisted some of these chaps on the way for a crew.
4 A few months of training had done for that really fine chap.
5 And these chaps too had no earthly reason for any kind of scruple.
6 The three red chaps had fallen flat, face down on the shore, as though they had been shot dead.
7 It was a great comfort to turn from that chap to my influential friend, the battered, twisted, ruined, tin-pot steamboat.
8 When the manager, escorted by the pilgrims, all of them armed to the teeth, had gone to the house, this chap came on board.
9 You can't hit anything unless you take aim and fire from the shoulder; but these chaps fired from the hip with their eyes shut.
10 I had a white companion too, not a bad chap, but rather too fleshy and with the exasperating habit of fainting on the hot hillsides, miles away from the least bit of shade and water.
11 One of them, a stout, excitable chap with black mustaches, informed me with great volubility and many digressions, as soon as I told him who I was, that my steamer was at the bottom of the river.
12 I would no doubt have been properly horrified, had it not occurred to me that he and his chaps must be very hungry: that they must have been growing increasingly hungry for at least this month past.