Harvey shuddered.

He had seen the sloven tilled decks and the savage-eyed crew.
"An' that's a fine little floatin' hell fer her draught," said Long Jack.

"I wondher what mischief he's been at ashore." "He's a trawler," Dan explained to Harvey, "an' he runs in fer bait all along the coast.

Oh, no, not home, he don't go.

He deals along the south an' east shore up yonder." He nodded in the direction of the pitiless Newfoundland beaches.