Don't talk--go.

As for you," leaving the wheel and striding toward the weary inventor, "you can stop pumpin'-- unless," with a grim smile, "you like it too well to quit--and set down right where you be.

Right where you be, I said! Don't you move till I say the word.
WHEN I say it, jump!" He went forward, lowered the jib, and coiled the halliards.

Then, lantern in hand, he seated himself in the bows.

After a time he filled his pipe, lit it by the aid of the lantern, and smoked.