Hi! That found him where he feeds." Uncle Salters had taken refuge by the foremast, but a wave slapped him over the knees.

Disko's face was as blank as the circle of the wheel.
"'Guess she'd lie easier under stays'l, Salters," said Disko, as though he had seen nothing.
"Set your old kite, then," roared the victim, through a cloud of spray; "only don't lay it to me if anything happens.

Penn, you go below right off an' git your coffee.

You ought to hev more sense than to bum araound on deck this weather." "Now they'll swill coffee an' play checkers till the cows come home," said Dan, as Uncle Salters hustled Penn into the fore-cabin.

"'Looks to me like's if we'd all be doin' so fer a spell.