The old craft would do well enough if she was tight, but she's more'n likely takin' water like a sieve.

You come and pump." But Bennie had no notion of pumping.

With a jerk he tore loose from the lightkeeper's grasp and ran to the stern, where he continued his howls for help.
Seth was at his heels.
"Stop that, I tell you," he commanded angrily.

"It don't do no good.

If you don't want to go to the bottom you'll work that pump.