Hello! there's another craft about your size off yonder.

Somebody else out rowin'.

Two somebodys.

My eyes ain't as good for pickin' em out as they used to be, but one of 'em IS a female, ain't it ?" I looked over my shoulder, as I sat in the skiff and saw, out in the middle of the bay, another rowboat with two people in it.
"That ain't a dory or a skiff," shouted Ben, raising his voice as I pulled away from him.

"Way she sets out of water I'd call her a lap-streak dingy.