Disko Troop was smoking by the roof of the cabin--one eye on the craft around, and the other on the little fly at the mainmast-head.
"When dad kerflummoxes that way," said Dan, in a whisper, "he's doin' some high-line thinkin' fer all hands.

I'll lay my wage an' share we'll make berth soon.

Dad he knows the cod, an' the fleet they know dad knows.

'See 'em comin' up one by one, lookin' fer nothin' in particular, o' course, but scrowgin' on us all the time?
There's the Prince Leboa; she's a Chat-ham boat.

She's crep' up sence last night.
An' see that big one with a patch in her foresail an' a new jib?
She's the Carrie Pitman from West Chatham.