There's good and just reason for ivry rope aboard, or else 'twould be overboard.

D'ye follow me?
'Tis dollars an' cents I'm puttin' into your pocket, ye skinny little supercargo, so that fwhin ye've filled out ye can ship from Boston to Cuba an' tell thim Long Jack larned you.

Now I'll chase ye around a piece, callin' the ropes, an' you'll lay your hand on thim as I call." He began, and Harvey, who was feeling rather tired, walked slowly to the rope named.

A rope's end licked round his ribs, and nearly knocked the breath out of him.
"When you own a boat," said Tom Platt, with severe eyes, "you can walk.
Till then, take all orders at the run.

Once more--to make sure!" Harvey was in a glow with the exercise, and this last cut warmed him thoroughly.