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Pump! pump! you son of a roustabout.

If I hear you stoppin' for a second I'll come for'ard and murder you." Bennie D., who had ventured to rest for a moment, bent his aching back to the task.

Was this man-slaughtering tyrant his mild-mannered, meek brother-in-law, the creature whom he had brow-beaten so often and managed so effectively?
He could not understand--but he pumped.
Perhaps Seth did not understand, either; perhaps he did not try to.
Yet the explanation was simple and natural.

The sea, the emergency, the danger, his own deck beneath his feet--these were like old times, here was a situation he knew how to handle.