Who owns her ?" "What would you do with her ?" "I might fix her up and sail her.

Who owns her ?" "She'll take a sight o' fixin'." "No doubt.

Who did you say owned her ?" The old man, who had finished with the rusty reel, deigned to look at Cleggett again.
"Dunno as I said." "But who DOES own her ?" "She's stuck fast in the mud and her rudder's gone." "I see you know a lot about ships," said Cleggett, deferentially, giving up the attempt to find out who owned her.

"I picked you out for an old sailor the minute I saw you." He thought he detected a kindlier gleam in the old man's eye as that person listened to these words.
"The' ain't a stick in her," said the ancient fisherman.

"She's got no wheel and she's got no nothin'.