As the _Ghost_ rolled her side out of water, the boat was lifted snugly against her, and before the return roll came, we had heaved it in over the side and turned it bottom up on the deck.

I noticed blood spouting from Kerfoot's left hand.

In some way the third finger had been crushed to a pulp.

But he gave no sign of pain, and with his single right hand helped us lash the boat in its place.
"Stand by to let that jib over, you Oofty!" Wolf Larsen commanded, the very second we had finished with the boat.

"Kelly, come aft and slack off the main-sheet! You, Kerfoot, go for'ard and see what's become of Cooky! Mr.Van Weyden, run aloft again, and cut away any stray stuff on your way!" And having commanded, he went aft with his peculiar tigerish leaps to the wheel.