"Spit it out, sonny, an' don't make sich a mealy mouth of it!" "This Tristaner--young Glass, you recollect him, don't you, captain ?" said Eric, proceeding with his request--"says he'll come with us and help to build our cabin for us at Inaccessible Island, and settle us--" "Show you the ropes, in fact, hey ?" interrupted the skipper.
"Yes," continued Eric.

"He agrees to stop a day or two with us, till we feel at home, so to speak, if you will undertake to bring him back again and land him at Tristan before you go on to the Cape." "Oh!" exclaimed the skipper, giving expression to a long, low whistle from between his closed teeth.

"Thet's the ticket, is it?
Waall, I guess I don't mind doin' it to oblige you an' your brother, though it'll take me a main heap out o' my way coastin' up haar ag'in!" "Thank you; oh, thank you, captain," said Eric, quite delighted with this promise; and he rushed back across the deck to tell the others the good news.
While the young Tristaner was explaining matters to his comrades in the boat--from which all the stores had now been removed that had been brought off from the island and a few extra articles put in, which Captain Brown had made them a present of, as "boot" to the bargain of barter--the wind began to spring up in gusts, causing the ship's sails to flap ominously against the masts.
"Guess you'd better be off," cried the skipper, coming to the side, where the two brothers and the young Tristaner who was going to accompany them stood leaning over, having a parting palaver with those in the boat below.

"The breeze is risin', an' if you don't kinder care 'bout startin', I reckon we must.

Shove off thaar!" "All right," sang out one of the islanders, casting off the rope which attached them still to the ship.