"Lie still so: we trim better." With a swift jerk he sculled the flickering boat-head on to a foamless sea that lifted her twenty full feet, only to slide her into a glassy pit beyond.

But this mountain-climbing did not interrupt blue-jersey's talk.

"Fine good job, I say, that I catch you.

Eh, wha-at?
Better good job, I say, your boat not catch me.

How you come to fall out ?" "I was sick," said Harvey; "sick, and couldn't help it." "Just in time I blow my horn, and your boat she yaw a little.