He's played aout." "Ver' good boy," said Manuel, slipping out of his boots and disappearing into the black shadows of the lower bunk.

"Expec' he make good man, Danny.

I no see he is any so mad as your parpa he says.

Eh, wha-at ?" Dan chuckled, but the chuckle ended in a snore.
It was thick weather outside, with a rising wind, and the elder men stretched their watches.

The hour struck clear in the cabin; the nosing bows slapped and scuffed with the seas; the foc'sle stove-pipe hissed and sputtered as the spray caught it; and the boys slept on, while Disko, Long Jack, Tom Platt, and Uncle Salters, each in turn, stumped aft to look at the wheel, forward to see that the anchor held, or to veer out a little more cable against chafing, with a glance at the dim anchor-light between each round..