But everything was all right--nobody at the sweeps.

So I swum down along the raft till I was most abreast the camp fire in the middle, then I crawled aboard and inched along and got in amongst some bundles of shingles on the weather side of the fire.

There was thirteen men there--they was the watch on deck of course.

And a mighty rough-looking lot, too.

They had a jug, and tin cups, and they kept the jug moving.