Fortunately for me, the hand who was engaged hurt himself, just as the vessel was sailing, so I obtained the berth.

So far it does not appear that it is a difficult one." The girl looked at him a little curiously.

His manner of talk and conversation differed, so much, from the sailors in general.
"Are you really a carpenter ?" she asked.

"You don't look like a carpenter." "Yes, I am really a carpenter," Reuben answered; "at least, I am a mill wright by trade.

We are a sort of half and half between carpenter and smith.
"Is there anything else ?" he asked, as he finished screwing the last screw.
"No, nothing else, thank you," the girl answered.