Disko Troop, Tom Platt, Long Jack, and Salters went forward on the word.

Little Penn bent above his square deep-sea reel and the tangled cod-lines; Manuel lay down full length on the deck, and Dan dropped into the hold, where Harvey heard him banging casks with a hammer.
"Salt," he said, returning.

"Soon as we're through supper we git to dressing-down.

You'll pitch to Dad.

Tom Platt an' Dad they stow together, an' you'll hear 'em arguin'.