So--well, there, well.

She flew round like a top; but, by Jove, we've caught her, gentlemen.

Drag your bowlines again.

What's the news from the chains ?" "No bottom, sir, with fifteen fathoms out--and as good a cast, too, sir, as we've had to-day." "So--you're rap full--don't fall off--very well dyce" (_Anglice_, thus)--"keep her as you are.

Well, by the Lord, Griffin, that _was_ a shave; half-four was getting to be squally in a quarter of the world where a rock makes nothing of pouting its lips fifteen or twenty feet at a time at a mariner.