I made it." Harvey drank in silence, and the boy handed him a plate full of pieces of crisp fried pork, which he ate ravenously.
"I've dried your clothes.

Guess they've shrunk some," said the boy.
"They ain't our style much--none of 'em.

Twist round an' see ef you're hurt any." Harvey stretched himself in every direction, but could not report any injuries.
"That's good," the boy said heartily.

"Fix yerself an' go on deck.

Dad wants to see you.