Troop, in the chocolate-and-yellow painted cabin, was busy with a note-book and an enormous black pencil which he sucked hard from time to time.
"I haven't acted quite right," said Harvey, surprised at his own meekness.
"What's wrong naow ?" said the skipper.

"Walked into Dan, hev ye ?" "No; it's about you." "I'm here to listen." "Well, I--I'm here to take things back," said Harvey very quickly.
"When a man's saved from drowning--" he gulped.
"Ey?
You'll make a man yet ef you go on this way." "He oughtn't begin by calling people names." "Jest an' right--right an' jest," said Troop, with the ghost of a dry smile.
"So I'm here to say I'm sorry." Another big gulp.
Troop heaved himself slowly off the locker he was sitting on and held out an eleven-inch hand.

"I mistrusted 'twould do you sights o' good; an' this shows I weren't mistook in my jedgments." A smothered chuckle on deck caught his ear.

"I am very seldom mistook in my jedgments." The eleven-inch hand closed on Harvey's, numbing it to the elbow.

"We'll put a little more gristle to that 'fore we've done with you, young feller; an' I don't think any worse of ye fer anythin' the's gone by.
You wasn't fairly responsible.