"Frank has landed the provisions long before this." "I know it; but still I wish we could have beaten them." "What do you think now, Harry ?" asked Charles, whose boat was following close in the wake of the Alert.
"I think we are done for." And, as Harry "luffed in the wind," George drew down the sails, and gave up the struggle.
In a moment the little fleet closed about the smuggler, and, to prevent accident, the sails were all hauled down, and the boats lay motionless on the water.
"I tell you," said Charles, "you fellows worked it pretty well." "Yes," answered George, as if a little crest-fallen at their defeat.
"We did the best we could." "I thought we had more provisions than this," said one of the captains of the squadron, pulling his boat alongside of the Alert.

"I didn't think you could get them all in here." And he pulled up the covering, and looked under it.
"They are packed in tight, you see," said Harry, who wished to keep up the "sell," as he called it, as long as possible.
"What are in these bags ?" inquired one.
"Shavings," answered George.

"We thought we might want to kindle a fire for something." "I say, George," said James Porter, standing up in his boat to get a good view of the things in the Alert.

"I wish you would feel in my basket, and get a cup that is in there, and pass it over this way.

I'm thirsty.