What's the sense o' wastin' canvas ?" the farmer-sailor replied.
The wheel twitched almost imperceptibly in Disko's hands.

A few seconds later a hissing wave-top slashed diagonally across the boat, smote Uncle Salters between the shoulders, and drenched him from head to foot.

He rose sputtering, and went forward, only to catch another.
"See dad chase him, all around the deck," said Dan.

"Uncle Salters he thinks his quarter-share's our canvas.

Dad's put this duckin' act up on him two trips runnin'.