CHAPTER 4.XXIII.
How Panurge played the good fellow when the storm was over.
What cheer, ho, fore and aft?
quoth Panurge.

Oh ho! all is well, the storm is over.

I beseech ye, be so kind as to let me be the first that is sent on shore; for I would by all means a little untruss a point.

Shall I help you still?
Here, let me see, I will coil this rope; I have plenty of courage, and of fear as little as may be.

Give it me yonder, honest tar.
No, no, I have not a bit of fear.