'Run acrost him snarled up in a mess o' lumber thet might ha' bin a fo'c'sle.

His head's cut some." "Who is he ?" The "We're Heres'" heart-beats answered one another.
"Guess it's young Olley," the voice drawled.
Penn raised his hands and said something in German.

Harvey could have sworn that a bright sun was shining upon his lifted face; but the drawl went on: "Sa-ay! You fellers guyed us consid'rable t'other night." "We don't feel like guyin' any now," said Disko.
"I know it; but to tell the honest truth we was kinder--kinder driftin' when we run ag'in' young Olley." It was the irrepressible Carrie Pitman, and a roar of unsteady laughter went up from the deck of the "We're Here".
"Hedn't you 'baout's well send the old man aboard?
We're runnin' in fer more bait an' graound-tackle.

'Guess you won't want him, anyway, an' this blame windlass work makes us short-handed.

We'll take care of him.
He married my woman's aunt." "I'll give you anything in the boat," said Troop.
"Don't want nothin', 'less, mebbe, an anchor that'll hold.