See 'em now, actin' to be genewine moss-backs--every hair a rope-yarn an' blood Stockholm tar." He spoke down the cabin stairs.

"'Guess you're mistook in your judgments fer once, Disko.

What in Rome made ye tell us all here the kid was crazy ?" "He wuz," Disko replied.

"Crazy ez a loon when he come aboard; but I'll say he's sobered up consid'ble sence.

I cured him." "He yarns good," said Tom Platt.