He's by way o' bein' a fisherman now." "Is he worth his keep ?" "Ye-ep.

Dad, this man wants to know ef Harve's worth his keep.

Say, would you like to go aboard?
We'll fix a ladder for her." "I should very much, indeed.

'Twon't hurt you, mama, and you'll be able to see for yourself." The woman who could not lift her head a week ago scrambled down the ladder, and stood aghast amid the mess and tangle aft.
"Be you anyways interested in Harve ?" said Disko.
"Well, ye-es." "He's a good boy, an' ketches right hold jest as he's bid.

You've heard haow we found him?
He was sufferin' from nervous prostration, I guess, 'r else his head had hit somethin', when we hauled him aboard.