Ye may want her bad some day.

Here's Long Jack." A stream of glittering fish flew into the pen from a dory alongside.
"Manuel, you take the tackle.

I'll fix the tables.

Harvey, clear Manuel's boat.

Long Jack's nestin' on the top of her." Harvey looked up from his swabbing at the bottom of another dory just above his head.
"Jest like the Injian puzzle-boxes, ain't they ?" said Dan, as the one boat dropped into the other.
"Takes to ut like a duck to water," said Long Jack, a grizzly-chinned, long-lipped Galway man, bending to and fro exactly as Manuel had done.
Disko in the cabin growled up the hatchway, and they could hear him suck his pencil.
"Wan hunder an' forty-nine an' a half--bad luck to ye, Discobolus!" said Long Jack.