"Hardly in the cabun-buoy line I should say." "Will you take me ?" said Eric.

"You'll find me strong and willing enough." "Well--if the skipper don't say no.

Come along." They went down to a boat, and "Maister Davey" rowed to a schooner in the harbor, and took Eric on board.
"There," he said, "you may sleep there for to-night," and he pointed to a great heap of sailcloth beside the mast.
Weary to death, Eric flung himself down, and slept deep and sound till the morning, on board the "Stormy Petrel.".