14/47 What's her reg'lar time when she's at work, Tom Platt ?" "Once ivry fifteen minutes, to the tick. Harve, you've seen the greatest thing on the Banks; an' but for Long Jack you'd seen some dead men too." There came a sound of merriment where the fog lay thicker and the schooners were ringing their bells. A big bark nosed cautiously out of the mist, and was received with shouts and cries of, "Come along, darlin'," from the Irishry. "We'll guy the very sticks out of her. 'Guess it's the fust time her skipper ever met up with the Fleet this way." She was a black, buxom, eight-hundred-ton craft. |