An' this mornin' I was froze tight, sir.

They had to pry me loose." "Stiff with the cold you were, eh ?" the mate grinned.
"It's well ye might say it, sir," Larry answered.
"And you feel like an old stiff, eh ?" Larry blinked with the troubled, querulous eyes of a monkey.

He was beginning to apprehend he knew not what, and he knew that bending over him was a man-master.
"Well, I'll just be showin' you what an old stiff feels like, anyways." Mr.Pike mimicked the other's brogue.
And now I shall tell what I saw happen.

Please remember what I have said of the huge paws of Mr.Pike, the fingers much longer than mine and twice as thick, the wrists massive-boned, the arm-bones and the shoulder-bones of the same massive order.

With one flip of his right hand, with what I might call an open-handed, lifting, upward slap, save that it was the ends of the fingers only that touched Larry's face, he lifted Larry into the air, sprawling him backward on his back across his sea-bag.
The man alongside of Larry emitted a menacing growl and started to spring belligerently to his feet.