"Come along, Jemmy.

Find your little barrels ?" "Come aboard, my lads," continued the lieutenant, without replying to the question.

"Make fast her painter to the ring-bolt here." This was done, a fresh order given, and, with the rough boat and cow in tow, the gig began to make slowly for the cutter.
Ram bent his head down in the boat.
"Hist, Jemmy!" he whispered.
"Hallo!" "Shall we jump over and swim ashore ?" "Nay; what's the good ?--they'd come arter us, and there's no getting away." "I say," shouted Ram, "what are you going to do ?" Archy turned to the lieutenant.
"Take no notice.

A day or two aboard will make him speak." "The cow wants turning out to grass," shouted Ram; but no heed being paid to his words, "Oh, very well," he said, "I don't care.

She'll die, and you'll have to pay for her.