He identified them circumspectly, going suddenly stiff-legged as Lerumie made a low, hissing, menacing noise.

Aft, at the wheel, he found a black steering, and, near him, the mate keeping the watch.

Just as the mate spoke to him and stooped to pat him, Jerry whiffed Skipper somewhere near at hand.
With a conciliating, apologetic bob of his tail, he trotted on up wind and came upon Skipper on his back, rolled in a blanket so that only his head stuck out, and sound asleep.
First of all Jerry needs must joyfully sniff him and joyfully wag his tail.

But Skipper did not awake and a fine spray of rain, almost as thin as mist, made Jerry curl up and press closely into the angle formed by Skipper's head and shoulder.

This did awake him, for he uttered "Jerry" in a low, crooning voice, and Jerry responded with a touch of his cold damp nose to the other's cheek.