Everything's in its place, and ship-shape." "Why, what has become of the tall spars aloft," Reuben said, looking up.
"Oh, they were sent down when the wind freshened," Bill said.
"There ain't nothing in that." "Where are the convicts, Bill ?" "Oh, they are all battened down below," the sailor said carelessly.
"They only come up for an airing when the weather is fine.

They are like the passengers only, instead of pleasing themselves, their ways are marked out for them." "Have any of the passengers been up ?" "Two or three of the men have shown, and a gal.

It ain't her first voyage, I'll bet.

A pretty thing she is, and as straight as a mast.
She's been on deck, off and on, ever since we started." The next morning the sea moderated greatly and, the wind having gone round to the southeast, the Paramatta made the most of it, to get west as far as possible before turning her head to the south.
"That's a slice of luck," Bill Hardy said to Reuben; "there's nothing like getting well off, at the start.

With luck, now, we oughtn't to see the land till we make the Cape." "But I would rather see the land, Bill.