He could not help liking him, though he knew not why.
Had he been a little older he would have understood that it was the lad's good qualities which appealed to him--his coolness and self-reliance, his manliness and bravery, and a certain kindliness and sympathy in his nature.
As it was, he thought it his own natural badness which prevented him from disliking 'Frisco Kid; but, while he felt shame at his own weakness, he could not smother the warm regard which he felt growing up for this particular bay pirate.
"Take in two or three feet on the skiff's painter," commanded 'Frisco Kid, who had an eye for everything.
The skiff was towing with too long a painter, and was behaving very badly.
Every once in a while it would hold back till the tow-rope tautened, then come leaping ahead and sheering and dropping slack till it threatened to shove its nose under the huge whitecaps which roared so hungrily on every hand.

Joe climbed over the cockpit-rail to the slippery after-deck, and made his way to the bitt to which the skiff was fastened.
"Be careful," 'Frisco Kid warned, as a heavy puff struck the _Dazzler_ and careened her dangerously over on her side.

"Keep one turn round the bitt, and heave in on it when the painter slacks." It was ticklish work for a greenhorn.

Joe threw off all the turns save the last, which he held with one hand, while with the other he attempted to bring in on the painter.

But at that instant it tightened with a tremendous jerk, the boat sheering sharply into the crest of a heavy sea.