"We were fishing off Sea Gate and the fish just stood on line waiting for a chance to bite.

We sold three boatfuls in the one day and whacked up about seventy dollars--what do you think of that?
Then we chugged around into Coney for gas and on the way back we got mussed up with the tide and were carried out to sea--banged around for three days, bailing and trying to fry fish on the muffler.

On the fourth day we were picked up by a fishing schooner about fifty miles off Rockaway and towed in.

I said to Jakey, I'm Mike Corby, remember that, and if you give your right name I'll kill you--you've got to protect me,' I said, 'because I'm in bad.' You see how it was, kiddo?
I was three days overdue at camp and didn't even have my uniform.

I was so tired bailing and standing lookout that when they set us down on the wharf at Rockaway, I could have slept standing on my head.