"Right for'ard!"
Then came the sweet music of the engine-room bell, and presently they were under way again, so nightfall found them safe at last in the harbor, with those eleven wrecks pounding on the rocks outside.
Sometimes the fishermen expected miracles of healing. One day a big "husk" of a fisherman clambered aboard, saying that his teeth hurt him.
"Sit down on that wood-pile," said the Doctor.
The man obeyed. The Doctor pried his mouth open, and saw the tooth that was making the trouble. Then he fetched the forceps.
Up started the patient in wide-eyed alarm.
"Bees you a-goin' to haul it, Doctor?"
"Of course I'm going to pull it out. What did you want me to do?"
"I wouldn't have you touch it! Not for all the fish in the sea!"
"Well then, why did you come to me? You're just wasting my time."