I guess we're in luck, though it ain't a big one.

I say, what sort o' brute was that that had hold of him?
Never seed sich a crittur in all my life." "He's a killer," said our captain.
"A killer! Guess he just is, and no mistake: if we hadn't helped him, he'd have done the job for himself! What does he kill him for ?" "To eat him, but I'm told he only eats the tongue.

You'll not forget that you've promised to gam with us to-night," cried our captain, as they were about to commence pulling again.
"All right, stranger, one half will come to-night, before sundown; t'other half to-morrow, if the calm holds.

Good day.

Give way, lads." The men dipped their oars, and resumed their song, while we pulled back to our ship.