We can't count on this weather.

When you meet Green send him back here.

That shot-line wants overhaulin'." Here the captain hesitated and looked intently at the stranger.

"And here, you Swede," he called in a louder tone of command, "you go 'long and lend a hand, and when you come back I'll have some supper for ye." One of Tod's springs must have slid under the Swede's shoes.

Either the prospect of a meal or of having a companion to whom he could lend a hand--nothing so desolate as a man out of work--a stranger at that--had put new life into his hitherto lethargic body.
"This way," said Tod, striding out toward the surf.
The Swede hurried to his side and the two crossed the boat runway, ploughed through the soft drift of the dune, and striking the hard, wet sand of the beach, headed for the inlet.