Those names stuck in his head.
"Lay your hand on thim," said Long Jack.
Harvey obeyed.

"Lower till that rope-loop--on the after-leach--kris--no, it's cringle--till the cringle was down on the boom.

Then I'd tie her up the way you said, and then I'd hoist up the peak-and throat-halyards again." "You've forgot to pass the tack-earing, but wid time and help ye'll l'arn.

There's good and just reason for ivry rope aboard, or else 'twould be overboard.

D'ye follow me?
'Tis dollars an' cents I'm puttin' into your pocket, ye skinny little supercargo, so that fwhin ye've filled out ye can ship from Boston to Cuba an' tell thim Long Jack l'arned you.