Seemed to do some of 'em a power of good.

But medicine's medicine, and I only wish some people I know of would remember it." "Some of 'em do a good deal of that kind of doctoring." The condemned liquor was already gurgling from the mouth of the demijohn into the salt water, and neither fish nor eel came forward to get a share of it.

They were probably all feeling pretty well that night.

When the demijohn was empty and the cork replaced, it was set down again in the "cabin;" and that was left unlocked, for there was no more danger in it for anybody.

Dab and Ham were altogether too tired to take any pains there was no call for.
Dab's mind must have been tired, as well as his body; for he decided to postpone until the morrow the report he had to make about the tramp.