“Blast you and your thinkin’. Do you ever do anythin’ but think? Don’t you ever know anything?”
“She is lifting.”
“All right, then. How’d you like to be below now, wonderin’ what’s happened her?”
“Not me. ’Tain’t so bad up here, is it?”
“‘Twon’t be—if she comes up.”
“Was this one ever hove down before, Sam?”
“Twice.”
“Worse than this were you ever?”
“Once ’twas worse. This same man in her—he’s a dog, is Crump—nothing jars him. Both mastheads under that time.”
“And come up, did she?”