"Ef she's spewed her oakum he'd better git to his pumps mighty quick." The creature threshed up, wore round with a clatter and raffle, and lay head to wind within ear-shot.
A gray-beard wagged over the bulwark, and a thick voice yelled something Harvey could not understand.

But Disko's face darkened.

"He'd resk every stick he hez to carry bad news.

Says we're in fer a shift o' wind.

He's in fer worse.