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"That's good," the boy said heartily. "Fix yerself an' go on deck. Dad wants to see you. I'm his son, Dan, they call me, an' I'm cook's helper an' everything else aboard that's too dirty for the men. There ain't no boy here 'cep' me sence Otto went overboard an' he was only a Dutchy, an' twenty year old at that. How'd you come to fall off in a dead flat ca'am?"

Hank, he riz up then, and he says: "Mister, be you a preacher? 'Cause if you be, the sooner you have druv on, the better fur ye. I got a grudge agin all preachers." That feller, he jest looks Hank over ca'am and easy and slow before he answers, and he wrinkles up his face like he never seen anything like Hank before.

Penn took up the heavy basket of fish-livers, emptied them into a cask with a hinged top lashed by the foc'sle; then he too dropped out of sight in the cabin. "Boys clean up after dressin' down an' first watch in ca'am weather is boy's watch on the We're Here."

Now, I mistrust Uncle Salters fer the Jonerest Jonah in the Fleet regardin' his own special luck. Dunno ef it's spreadin' same's smallpox. He ought to be on the Carrie Pitman. That boat's her own Jonah, sure crews an' gear made no differ to her driftin'. Jiminy Christmas! She'll etch loose in a flat ca'am." "We're well clear o' the Fleet, anyway," said Disko. "Carrie Pitman an' all."

Get me a ladder, gol dern you, and I'll come out'n here and learn you to brother me, I will." Only that wasn't nothing to what Hank really said to that preacher; no more like it than a little yaller, fluffy canary is like a buzzard. "Brother Walters," says the preacher, ca'am but firm, "we have all decided that you ain't going to come out of that cistern till you sign the pledge."

'Five-timsone is five, she says, 'and five-timsone agin is five and one to carry is six sixty-five, she says. 'Well, I'll be Scotch-Irished, says Leander gittin' wery angry. Ernest gits up and faces the teacher, wery ca'am and wery quiet. 'Sixty-five, says he. 'It's fifty-five, Leander shouts.

Harvey gave his name, the name of the steamer, and a short history of the accident, winding up with a demand to be taken back immediately to New York, where his father would pay anything any one chose to name. "H'm," said the shaven man, quite unmoved by the end of Harvey's speech. "I can't say we think special of any man, or boy even, that falls overboard from that kind o' packet in a flat ca'am.