And it got to be night and they knew they'd ought to be 'most onto the edge of the flats off here, if their reck'nin' was nigh right.

They hove the lead and got five fathom.

No flats about that.
"Zach was for anchorin' again.

'What do you think, Nat ?' asks 'Bije.
"'Anchor, of course, if you want to,' Nat says.

'You're runnin' this craft.