To lose a child--to lose a man-child!" "Git out o' this, Penn," said Dan.

"Go aft and finish your game with Uncle Salters.

Tell dad I'll stand Harve's watch ef he don't keer.

He's played aout." "Ver' good boy," said Manuel, slipping out of his boots and disappearing into the black shadows of the lower bunk.

"Expec' he make good man, Danny.