"We undressed on the big flat rock there, and tied them up in bundles." "Bundles?
Where are they then ?" "Lost mine," said Bob, speaking for the first time.
"Oh, you're coming round then, are you ?" cried old Jonas.

"You've lost yours then; and has my Bigley lost all his kit ?" "Yes, sir; we've all lost our bundles, unless they get thrown up by the tide." "Which they won't," snarled old Jonas.

"Rope's end it is, for if I don't thrash that big ugly cub of mine as soon as I get him aboard, I'll--Now then, what are you yawing about that way for?
Easy, captain! Pull, doctor, will you?
Now, both together.

Regular stroke.

That's better.