“O, yes, I do, you.”
“Who timbered out that boat?”
“I did.”
“Alone?”
“Yes, all alone; no soul helped me, or told me anything.”
“Where did you get your moulds?”
“Took them from the West Wind;” and he showed Joe the moulds.
“Well, I never should have thought of that way. I should like to know how you got those streaks on, especially the garboards.”
Charlie showed him the patterns, and told him all about it, and how terribly he was puzzled.
“How long did it take you to get on them garboards?”