Then they broached another keg, an' quit speculatin' about anythin' fer another spell.

The _Marilla_ she lay down whin she dropped Boston Light, and she never lufted her lee-rail up to that time--hustlin' on one an' the same slant.

But they saw no weed, nor gulls, nor schooners; an' prisintly they obsarved they'd bin out a matter o' fourteen days and they mis-trusted the Bank has suspinded payment.

So they sounded, an' got sixty fathom.

'That's me,' sez Counahan.