And when it comes to handlin' a ship, why--well, if you _want_ to come to me, I'll try and help you out best I can." Pearson was delighted.
"You _will_ ?" he cried.

"Splendid! It's mighty good of you.

May I spring some of my stuff on you as I write it ?" "Sartin you may.

Any time, I'll be tickled to death.

I'll be tickled to have you call, too; that is, if callin' on an old salt like me won't be too tirin'." The answer was emphatic and reassuring.
"Thank you," said Captain Elisha.