In ten minutes we shall be in the surf.

Go down to the spirit locker, drink thyself, and bring me up a bottle here.

We shall both need a young man's strength, and I have not got it any more.' I did as he bid me, and found the locker though the cabin was all awash, and having drunk myself, took him the bottle back.

'Twas good Hollands enough, being from the captain's own store, but nothing to the old Ararat milk of the Why Not?
Elzevir took a pull at it, and then flung the bottle away.

'Tis sound liquor,' he laughed, '"and good for autumn chills", as Ratsey would have said.' We were very near the white fringe now, and the waves followed us higher and more curling.