So fur that ef they're started they'll overhaul us before day, and beat us in by a good twelve hour.

It's what I'm looking fur." "Oh, pshaw!" replied the young skipper.

"What a gammy old croaker you are.

They won't start to-day, anyhow.

But here, take her a minute, while I go aloft for one more look before sundown to make sure." As the man complied with this request, and waddling aft took the tiller, his more active companion sprang into the main rigging and ran rapidly to the masthead, from which point of vantage he gazed back for a full minute over the course they had come.
"Not a sign," he shouted down at length.