"I don't want to stay here all night." "Question is, haow he'd take it.

There was a man frum down the coast told me once he was in a schooner where they darsen't ever blow a horn to the dories, becaze the skipper--not the man he was with, but a captain that had run her five years before--he'd drownded a boy alongside in a drunk fit; an' ever after, that boy he'd row alongside too and shout, 'Dory! dory!' with the rest." "Dory! dory!" a muffled voice cried through the fog.

They cowered again, and the horn dropped from Dan's hand.
"Hold on!" cried Harvey; "it's the cook." "Dunno what made me think o' thet fool tale, either," said Dan.

"It's the doctor, sure enough." "Dan! Danny! Oooh, Dan! Harve! Harvey! Oooh, Haarveee!" "We're here," sung both boys together.

They heard oars, but could see nothing till the cook, shining and dripping, rowed into them.
"What iss happened ?" said he.