"Why, you an' me could set thet trawl! They've only gone out jest far 'nough so's not to foul our cable.

They don't need no bell reelly." "Clang! clang! clang!" Harvey kept it up, varied with occasional rub-a-dubs, for another half-hour.

There was a bellow and a bump alongside.

Manuel and Dan raced to the hooks of the dory-tackle; Long Jack and Tom Platt arrived on deck together, it seemed, one half the North Atlantic at their backs, and the dory followed them in the air, landing with a clatter.
"Nary snarl," said Tom Platt as he dripped.

"Danny, you'll do yet." "The pleasure av your comp'ny to the banquit," said Long Jack, squelching the water from his boots as he capered like an elephant and stuck an oil-skinned arm into Harvey's face.