You see we've got at a good many of the men with our ordinary vessels, and that has worked marvels, but all we've done is only a drop in the sea.

We want you fellows, and plenty of you.

Hullo! What cheer, my lads! what cheer!" A smack lumbered past with her mainsail gone, and her gear in a sadly tangled condition.
"Can you send us help, sir?
We'm got a chap cruel bad hurt." "We've got a doctor on board; he shall come." All round, the rolling sea was speckled with tiny boats that careered from hill to hollow, and hollow to hill, while the two cool rowers snatched the water with sharp dexterous strokes.

After the wild ordeal of the past two days these fishers quietly turned to and began ferrying the fish taken in the last haul.

While the boat was being got ready, Ferrier gave Mrs.Walton and Miss Dearsley an arm each, and did his best to convey them along the rearing deck.