"Why, of course we will.

I want to make J Small, his mark, on some of their brown carkidges.

Don't you, boys ?" A low whispered growl came in reply, a sound that was as full of fight as if it had been uttered by some fierce beast.
"That will do then," said the first-mate.

"You slip up there first, Billy Widgeon, and you others go next.

Stop: Billy, send down a table-cloth." "Table-cloth, sir ?" "Yes, to tie the dog in; we mustn't leave him." Widgeon went up, his mates followed one by one, for the cotton rope stood the strain, and then a big white table-cloth was dropped into the boat.
"Now, Bruff, my lad, you've got to go up like a bundle.