In her bows lay a tiny anchor, two jugs of water, and some seventy fathoms of thin, brown dory-roding.
A tin dinner-horn rested in cleats just under Harvey's right hand, beside an ugly-looking maul, a short gaff, and a shorter wooden stick.
A couple of lines, with very heavy leads and double cod-hooks, all neatly coiled on square reels, were stuck in their place by the gunwale.
"Where's the sail and mast ?" said Harvey, for his hands were beginning to blister.
Dan chuckled.

"Ye don't sail fishin'-dories much.

Ye pull; but ye needn't pull so hard.

Don't you wish you owned her ?" "Well, I guess my father might give me one or two if I asked 'em," Harvey replied.

He had been too busy to think much of his family till then.
"That's so.