We've got to hurry home now, but I'm going to set Ham Morris on his track before we get through." "You'll never find him again." "Do you s'pose old Peter'd befriend a man that did what he did?
Right on the shore of the bay?
No, indeed! There isn't a fisherman from here to Montauk, that wouldn't join to hunt him out.

He's safe to be found whenever Ham wants him, if we don't scare him away now." "Don't scare him, then," almost whispered Annie.
The wind was fair; and the home sail of "The Swallow" was really a swift and short one, but it did seem dreadfully long to her passengers.
Mrs.Kinzer was anxious to see that poor baby and his mother safely in bed.

Ham wanted to send a whole load of refreshments back to the shipwrecked people.

Dab Kinzer could not keep his thoughts from following that "tramp." And then, if the truth must come out, every soul on board the beautiful little yacht was getting more and more painfully aware with every minute that passed, that they had had a good deal of sea-air and excitement, and a splendid sail across the bay, but no dinner,--not so much as a red herring and a cracker..