He ought to be on the _Carrie Pitman_.

That boat's her own Jonah, sure--crews an' gear made no differ to her driftin'.

Jiminy Christmas! She'll etch loose in a flat ca'am." "We're well clear o' the Fleet, anyway," said Disko.

"_Carrie Pitman_ an' all." There was a rapping on the deck.
"Uncle Salters has catched his luck," said Dan as his father departed.
"It's blown clear," Disko cried, and all the foc'sle tumbled up for a bit of fresh air.

The fog had gone, but a sullen sea ran in great rollers behind it.