You ought to hev more sense than to bum araound on deck this weather." "Now they'll swill coffee an' play checkers till the cows come home," said Dan, as Uncle Salters hustled Penn into the fore-cabin.

"'Looks to me like's if we'd all be doin' so fer a spell.

There's nothin' in creation deader-limpsey-idler'n a Banker when she ain't on fish." "I'm glad ye spoke, Danny," cried Long Jack, who had been casting round in search of amusement.

"I'd clean forgot we'd a passenger under that T-wharf hat.

There's no idleness for thim that don't know their ropes.
Pass him along, Tom Platt, an' we'll larn him." "'Tain't my trick this time," grinned Dan.