"She can't be left to drown." "I don't think it would matter much," said he, getting over the side of the boat with his awkward load.

"She would be of about as much use drowned as any other way.

If it hadn't been for that hole she cut in the side of the boat, this would never have happened." "You don't think it was that!" I said, holding the picture and the chair while he let himself down to the gang-plank.
"Yes, it was," he replied.

"The tide's very high, and the water got over that hole and rushed in.

The water and the wind will finish this old craft before very long." And then he took his load from me and dashed down the gang-plank.