See how she's tightened on her rodin' already." There was quite a little bubble at the bows, where some irresponsible Bank current held the dory full stretch on her rope; but they could not see a boat's length in any direction.

Harvey turned up his collar and bunched himself over his reel with the air of a wearied navigator.

Fog had no special terrors for him now.

They fished a while in silence, and found the cod struck on well.

Then Dan drew the sheath-knife and tested the edge of it on the gunwale.
"That's a daisy," said Harvey.