Him an' me we fought consid'ble.

'Wouldn't ha' keered fer that ef he'd hed a Christian tongue in his head.

Sleepy ?" "Dead sleepy," said Harvey, nodding forward.
"Mustn't sleep on watch.

Rouse up an' see ef our anchor-light's bright an' shinin'.

You're on watch now, Harve." "Pshaw! What's to hurt us?
Bright's day.