Git!" Issy hesitated, seemed about to speak, thought better of it, took up package and cap, and "got." "Let's see," said the Captain, sitting down in one of the station chairs and lighting a fresh cigar; "where was Williams and I in that yarn of mine?
Oh, yes, I could see land and cal'lated we was goin' to bump.
Well, we did.

Steerin' anyways but dead ahead was out of the question, and all I could do was set my teeth and trust in my bein' a member of the church.

The Shootin' Star hit that beach like she was the real article.

Overboard went oar and canvas and grub pails, and everything else that wa'n't nailed down, includin' Fatty and me.

I grabbed him by the collar and wallowed ashore.
"'Awk! hawk!' he gasps, chokin', 'I'm drownded.' "I let him BE drownded, for the minute.