Luckily a Parry Norman man sprained his ankle falling down the foc'sle, and the _We're Heres_ gained.

Harvey could not see how one more fish could be crammed into her, but Disko and Tom Platt stowed and stowed, and planked the mass down with big stones from the ballast, and there was always "jest another day's work." Disko did not tell them when all the salt was wetted.

He rolled to the lazarette aft the cabin and began hauling out the big mainsail.

This was at ten in the morning.

The riding-sail was down and the main- and topsail were up by noon, and dories came alongside with letters for home, envying their good fortune.