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H-h-h-elp!" spluttered the startled bride, and tried to get on her feet. "Sit down!" roared Captain Bean. Vehemently Stashia sat. "W-w-w-we'll all b-b-be d-d-drowned, drowned!" she wailed. "Not much we won't, Stashia. We're all right now, and we ain't goin' to have our necks broke by no fool horse, either. Trim in the sheet, Lank, an' then take that bailin' scoop."
He stopped rowing long enough to fish about in the water around his feet for an old cornbeef can. "You'd better do some bailin'," he ordered, tossing her the can. "She's leakin' worse since that squeeze." Frona smiled mentally, tucked up her skirts, and bent to the work. At every dip, like great billows heaving along the sky-line, the glacier-fretted mountains rose and fell.
"I couldn't see nor hear anything of the old hooker and I just drifted without knowin' where I was goin' and not carin' much nuther, bein' wet to the hide an' tired out with bailin' an' just ready to flop down an' quit.
"You're right," said Tom Ross, "an' ef I ain't mistook that man an' that canoe are in trouble. Half the time he's paddlin', half the time he's bailin' her out, an' all the time he's making a desperate effort to git to land." The others were now up and awake, and they gazed with intense interest. "It's a white man in the canoe ez shore ez I'm a livin' sinner!" exclaimed Shif'less Sol.
'Ay, says I, 'an' we'll be gettin' along a deal better, mum, says I, 'if you bail. So I kep' her bailin', Davy," the skipper concluded, with a long sigh and a sad wag of the head, "from Herring Head t' Wolf Cove. An', well, lad, she didn't quite cotch me, for she hadn't no time t' waste, but, as I was sayin', she cast a hook." "You're well rid o' she," said I.
His boy's there, but he's a big enough lunkhead to try bailin' out a dory with a fork, and that buggy axle is bent so it's simply got to be fixed. I'd no more go home to Ketury with that buggy as 'tis than I'd Oh! my land of love!" The ejaculation was almost a groan. There at the corner, ear trumpet adjusted, and spectacles glistening, stood Debby Beasley.
"Halloo there!" he shouted, and then bent his head sideways to listen; the children also looked over the side, deeply interested. "Halloo there! Are y'aslape? Oh, there y'are! Here's a spalpeen with a dhirty face, an's wishful to wash it; may I take a bailin' tin of Oh, thank your 'arner, thank your 'arner good day to you, and my respects." "What did the shark say, Mr Button?" asked Emmeline.
"Can't leave the shaft; father's b'low." "How did yer father know there was any why wash in the old shaft?" "Seed old Corney in town Saturday, 'n he said thur was enough to make it worth while bailin' out. Bin bailin' all the mornin'." Bob came over, and letting his tools down with a clatter he hitched up the knees of his moleskins and sat down on one heel.
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