"Don't keep us waiting.

It's winter as you well know, and we'll both grow cold standing here.

In weather like this we need work quick and warm." The angry blood surged into the captain's face, although it did not show through his tan.

But he made an impatient movement, and stepped forward hastily.
"It can't be told of me that I kept a lad waiting," he said.

"I'll warrant you you'll soon be warm enough." "Then we're both well suited, captain, and it should be a fine passage at arms." The two sailors, sitting on the log, looked at each other and chuckled.