Now I'll chase ye around a piece, callin' the ropes, an' you'll lay your hand on thim as I call." He began, and Harvey, who was feeling rather tired, walked slowly to the rope named.

A rope's end licked round his ribs, and nearly knocked the breath out of him.
"When you own a boat," said Tom Platt, with severe eyes, "you can walk.
Till then, take all orders at the run.

Once more--to make sure!" Harvey was in a glow with the exercise, and this last cut warmed him thoroughly.

Now, he was a singularly smart boy, the son of a very clever man and a very sensitive woman, with a fine resolute temper that systematic spoiling had nearly turned to mulish obstinacy.

He looked at the other men, and saw that even Dan did not smile.