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"She jest despises the ocean," Disko explained, "an' I I dunno haow to act polite, I guess, er I'd thank you better." "My father my own eldest brother two nephews an' my second sister's man," she said, dropping her head on her hand. "Would you care fer any one that took all those?" Cheyne was relieved when Dan turned up and accepted with more delight than he was able to put into words.
"Heave!" said Disko, after a quarter of an hour. "What d'you make it?" Dan whispered, and he looked at Harvey proudly. But Harvey was too proud of his own performances to be impressed just then. "Fifty," said the father. "I mistrust we're right over the nick o' Green Bank on old Sixty-Fifty." "Fifty!" roared Tom Platt. They could scarcely see him through the fog.
"An' two young fellers I know'll bait up a tub or so o' trawl, while they're cleanin'," said Disko, lashing the wheel to his taste. "Um! Guess I'd ruther clean up, Dad." "Don't doubt it. Ye wun't, though. Dress daown! Dress daown! Penn'll pitch while you two bait up." "Why in thunder didn't them blame boys tell us you'd struck on?" said Uncle Salters, shuffling to his place at the table.
"After all," resumed James Wall, "to come back to the captain, if he exists, I see nowhere on the coast of Greenland except Disko or Uppernawik where he can be waiting for us; in a few days we shall know what we may depend upon." "But," asked the doctor of Shandon, "aren't you going to make known the contents of that letter to the crew?"
"Hain't he good right?" said Dan. "He's bin there, same as the rest of us." "Not in them clothes," Salters snarled. "Shut your head, Salters," said Disko. "Your bile's gone back on you. Stay right where ye are, Harve."
"Look by your foot, Harve," cried Dan below. Harvey saw half a dozen knives stuck in a cleat in the hatch combing. He dealt these around, taking over the dulled ones. "Water!" said Disko Troop. "Scuttle-butt's for'ard an' the dipper's alongside. Hurry, Harve," said Dan.
Disko held his tongue, and wrought over the log-book that he kept in a hatchet-faced, square hand; this was the kind of thing that ran on, page after soiled page: "July 17. This day thick fog and few fish. Made berth to northward. So ends this day. "July 18. This day comes in with thick fog. Caught a few fish. "July 19. This day comes in with light breeze from N.E. and fine weather.
But the hooks flew through Dan's fingers like tatting on an old maid's lap. "I helped bait up trawl ashore 'fore I could well walk," he said. "But it's a putterin' job all the same. Oh, Dad!" This shouted towards the hatch, where Disko and Tom Platt were salting. "How many skates you reckon we'll need?" "'Baout three. Hurry!"
They left the cold gray of the Bank sea, saw the lumber-ships making for Quebec by the Straits of St. Lawrence, with the Jersey salt-brigs from Spain and Sicily; found a friendly northeaster off Artimon Bank that drove them within view of the East light of Sable Island, a sight Disko did not linger over, and stayed with them past Western and Le Have, to the northern fringe of George's.
"He's bin favoured," said Disko, dryly. "And if you don't know who Harvey Cheyne is, you don't know much that's all. Now turn her around and let's hurry." Harvey had a notion that the greater part of America was filled with people discussing and envying his father's dollars. "Mebbe I do, an' mebbe I don't. Take a reef in your stummick, young feller. It's full o' my vittles."
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