You are a very nice boy, 'pon my word." "Yes; I wouldn't let you drown," said Vince.
"Thank ye.

I say, Cinder, when you catch me going into a place like that, just you tell me of it, there's a good fellow." Vince laughed.
"Why, who knows what's in there ?" said Mike, with a shiver.
"Ah! who knows ?" said Vince merrily.

"I tell you what it is, Ladle: that must be the place where the things live that old Joe talked about." "What things ?" "Those that take hold of a boat under water, and pull it along till it can't come back and is never heard of again." "Ah, you may grin, Cinder," said Mike seriously; "but, do you know, I thought all that when we were out yonder in the boat.

It felt just as if some great fish had seized it and was racing it along as hard as it could, and more than once I fancied we should never get back." "Did you ?" said Vince quietly.
"Yes, you needn't sneer.

You're such a wooden-headed, solid chap, nothing ever shakes you; but it was a very awful sensation." "I wasn't sneering," said Vince, "because I felt just the same." "You did ?" "Yes, that I did, and though I wanted to laugh at it because it was absurd, I couldn't then.