The vessel has to carry the weight, and the screw stops her way.

I shall have to make you a real engine someday;" but "some day" had not yet come, though the Skipper did not forget to ask Tom about it every time he came back from a voyage, Tom Jeffs being his name, though the Skipper always called him "Jack Robinson," because he said he seemed so much like the sailor in a song he used to sing.
It was not far through the fir-trees.

You could see the water glittering in the sunshine before you were half-way, but the Skipper had to stop twice.
"There's a nest up that tree," he said.

"Wood-pigeon's.

I could climb up there." "See how dirty it would make your clothes," cried Dot.
"Well, they could be washed," said her brother, in his lordly way.