"Swimmin' like a swile!"
"Kim alang, b'y, kim alang!"
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"Man dear! My, my, my! Ain't dat wunnerful, now!"
"Dat 'm de b'y!"
"By de powers!—Git y'r gaff, b'y! Help un in!"
"We'll have 'm all sove, soon's us lays han's on dat rope. Lord bless dat dog!"
At one moment his little brown head would rise on the crest of a streaked, yeasty wave, the rope still in the white teeth—and then as the wave curled and broke he would be plunged to the bottom of the trough and they would lose sight of him. Would he come up again?