"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 tonight." 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.

Heave in the dories, an' we'll dressdaown after supper." That was a mighty dressing-down, attended by three or four blowing grampuses.

It lasted till nine o'clock, and Disko was thrice heard to chuckle as Harvey pitched the split fish into the hold.
"Say, you're haulin' ahead dretful fast," said Dan, when they ground the knives after the men had turned in.