I know the port that ain't the head wind!" said Jack Miles, pushing up the side of his hat, and scratching his head with a look of doubt and hesitation. "What is, then, you blockhead?" asked Thurston, impatiently; "is your hire insufficient?" "N-n-n yes I dunno! You see, cap'n, if I wer' cock sure, as that 'ere little craft you want carried of wer' yourn." "Hush! don't talk so loud.