But when they heard, "And naow to thee, O Capting," booming out of the fog, the crew of the _We're Here_ took heart.

The dory swirled alongside well loaded, Tom Platt yelling for Manuel to act as relief-boat.
"The luck's cut square in two pieces," said Long Jack, forking in the fish, while Harvey stood open-mouthed at the skill with which the plunging dory was saved from destruction.

"One half was jest punkins.
Tom Platt wanted to haul her an' ha' done wid ut; but I said, "I'll back the doctor that has the second sight, an' the other half come up sagging full o' big uns.

Hurry, Man'nle, an' bring's a tub o' bait.
There's luck afloat to-night." The fish bit at the newly baited hooks from which their brethren had just been taken, and Tom Platt and Long Jack moved methodically up and down the length of the trawl, the boat's nose surging under the wet line of hooks, stripping the sea-cucumbers that they called pumpkins, slatting off the fresh-caught cod against the gunwale, rebaiting, and loading Manuel's dory till dusk.
"I'll take no risks," said Disko then--"not with him floatin' around so near.

Abishai won't sink fer a week.