"Get theezell home with the vemmelvolk.

Shove off without him, Tim! How many more tides would 'ee lose ?" Young Dan, whose stout legs were in the swirling water, snatched up his striped woolsey from under the tiller, threw it on his shoulder, and walked off, without a farewell to any one.

The whole of Springhaven that could see saw it, and they never had seen such a thing before.

Captain Zeb stood up and stared, with his big forehead coming out under his hat, and his golden beard shining in the morning sun; but the only satisfaction for his eyes was the back of his son growing smaller and smaller.
"Chip of the old block!" "Sarve 'ee right, Cap'en!" "Starve 'un back to his manners again!" the inferior chieftains of the expedition cried, according to their several views of life.

But Zebedee Tugwell paid no heed to thoughts outside of his own hat and coat.