"They'll be drowned.

Why, the dory's loaded like a freight-car," he cried.
"We'll be back," said Long Jack, "an' in case you'll not be lookin' for us, we'll lay into you both if the trawl's snarled." The dory surged up on the crest of a wave, and just when it seemed impossible that she could avoid smashing against the schooner's side, slid over the ridge, and was swallowed up in the damp dusk.
"Take a-hold here, an' keep ringin' steady," said Dan, passing Harvey the lanyard of a bell that hung just behind the windlass.
Harvey rang lustily, for he felt two lives depended on him.

But Disko in the cabin, scrawling in the log-book, did not look like a murderer, and when he went to supper he even smiled drily at the anxious Harvey.
"This ain't no weather," said Dan.

"Why, you an' me could set thet trawl! They've only gone out jest far 'nough so's not to foul our cable.

They don't need no bell reelly." "Clang! cling! clang!" Harvey kept it up, varied with occasional rub-a-dubs, for another half-hour.