out-tide

Updated: June 12, 2025

I don't know what more fool drivelin' they had, but they fin'ly comes away. Ally Bazan and me rounds 'em up and conducts 'em to the boat an' puts 'em to bed like as if they was little or drunk, an' the next day or next night, rather about one o'clock, we slips the heel ropes and hobbles o' the schooner quiet as a mountain-lion stalking a buck, and catches the out-tide through the gate o' the bay.

Frank Norris - A Deal in Wheat and Other Stories of the New and Old West