As for the rest of them, out there on the bar, they were speedily taken off, and carried to "the city," none of them being seriously the worse for their sufferings, after all.

Ham Morris declared that the family he had brought ashore "came just in time to help him out with his fall work, and he didn't see any charity in it." Good for Ham! It was the right way to feel about it, but Dab Kinzer thought he could see something in it that looked like "charity" when he met his tired-out brother-in-law on his late return from that second trip across the bay.
Real charity never cares to make an exhibition of itself.
They were pretty thoroughly worn out, both of them; but they carefully moored "The Swallow" in her usual berth before they left her.
She had effectually "discharged her cargo," over on the sand-island; but they Had enough of a load to carry home, in the shape of empty baskets and things of that sort.
"Is every thing out of the locker, Dab ?" inquired Ham.
"All but the jug.

I say, did you know it was nearly half full?
Would it do any hurt to leave it here ?" "The jug?
No, not if you just pour out the rest of the apple-jack over the side." "Make the fish drunk." "Well, it sha'n't do that for anybody else, if I can help it." "Well, if it's good for water-soaked people, I guess it can't hurt the fish." "Empty it, Dab.

Empty it, and come along.

The doctor wasn't so far wrong, and I was glad to have it with me.