"I'm afeared you'll be blowed out." "Nonsense!" cried Bob Croaker, grasping the rope which the boy threw to him.

"Jump on board, younker; we don't want you to help us, and you're too heavy for ballast.

Slip down the side, Martin, and get in while I hold on to the rope.

All right?
now I'll follow.

Here, shrimp, hold the rope till I'm in, and then cast off.