I never got no sight o' him, 'cept in the dark.

'Bout all I know is he wus white, an' likely a sailor, judgin' frum the feel o' his hands.

Maybe he thought that wus his boat he'd stumbled inter--thar wus quite a few 'long the beach.

Enyhow, when Manuel got back, he just took a look at him in the dark, an' then told us to haul the lad forrard out o' the way, an' fetch him along.
So we pulled out with the feller cuddled up in the bow.

He was drunk all right." "I never seed nuthin' more of him after he was hauled aboard," commented Tom, as the other ceased speaking.