"Where is the bucket stored ?" "In the locker, joost by 'ee," was Dick's response, as he waded through the water and came up to his companion.

"Stop, I'll get 'im for 'ee! I'll have to make a dive fur he, though!" "Have you got it ?" inquired Bob, after Dick had groped about for some time, popping his head under water and coming up at intervals for breath.

"Have you got it ?" "'Ees," said he at length, lugging out the bucket, "I've got 'im!" Then, they set to work, each using it alternately.
The exertion did them both good, too, standing up as they were to their middles in water; for, it prevented them shivering with cold as they had before done.
Bucketful after bucketful they emptied over the side; and, still they did not appear to decrease the quantity the cutter contained to any appreciable extent, bale they, as they baled, their hardest! Gradually, however, the after-thwart became clear.
"Hooray!" exclaimed Bob.

"We're gaining on it." This inspired them with renewed strength; and, after nearly an hour's hard work, they had so lessened the water that only a small portion now remained washing about under the bottom boards of the boat, which, recovering all her old buoyancy, floated again with a high freeboard, light as a cork, above the surface of the sea, instead of being level with it as before.
"That's a good job done!" said Dick.

"I wish that theer murderin' shep hadn't a-bruk our mast; fur, we'd soon been all right!" "While you're about it, Dick," said Bob, "you might, just as well, wish she hadn't carried the mast and boom away with her.