He might ha' walked." "Don't, Dan! We're right on top of him now.

'Wish I was safe aboard, hem' pounded by Uncle Salters." "They'll be lookin' fer us in a little.

Gimme the tooter." Dan took the tin dinner-horn, but paused before he blew.
"Go on," said Harvey.

"I don't want to stay here all night" "Question is, haow he'd take it.

There was a man frum down the coast told me once he was in a schooner where they darsen't ever blow a horn to the dories, becaze the skipper--not the man he was with, but a captain that had run her five years before--he'd drowned a boy alongside in a drunk fit; an' ever after, that boy he'd row along-side too and shout, 'Dory! dory!' with the rest." "Dory! dory!" a muffled voice cried through the fog.