Ye'd talk him dead an' cowld.

Silince, Tom Platt! Now, after all I've said, how'd you reef the foresail, Harve'?
Take your time answerin'." "Haul that in," said Harvey, pointing to leeward.
"Fwhat?
The North Atlantuc ?" "No, the boom.

Then run that rope you showed me back there--" "That's no way," Tom Platt burst in.
"Quiet! He's l'arnin', an' has not the names good yet.

Go on, Harve." "Oh, it's the reef-pennant.

I'd hook the tackle on to the reef-pennant, and then let down--" "Lower the sail, child! Lower!" said Tom Platt, in a professional agony.
"Lower the throat-and peak-halyards," Harvey went on.