Manage it somehow, though." "Is my father very angry with me for coming on board ?" faltered Bob.
"Not a bit, my lad.

Glad to see you, o' course," said the coxswain, who was busy at work altering the cords of the life-belt.

"But he says you must go ashore again wi' me, and as there's rough weather ahead, you and me's got to wear these here." "I don't think I feel quite so sick now, 'Jack,'" said the boy; the knowledge that his father was not angry, acting wonderfully upon him.
"But, I say, 'Jack,' I can't move in this thing." "Well, it _is_ a bit ork'ard, my lad, but use is second natur'; and we'll take 'em off when we get ashore." "But do sailors always wear these things in fogs ?" "Well, not quite allus, my lad.

There you are now; makes you look quite 'ansum, if you didn't look quite so much like a young ellyfunt.

Now I'll slip mine on, and we'll go on deck." The next minute they were on the bridge, the coxswain looking upon that, as the proper place for his Captain's son.