Johnnie was trying to climb up onto Clancy, and so Clancy, turning from me, took Johnnie up and gave him a toss that all but hit his head against the roof. “And how’s she heading, Johnnie-boy?” and taking a seat stood Johnnie up beside him.
“East-s’uth-east, and a fair, fair wind,” answered Johnnie.
“East-s’uth-east––my, but you said that fine. And a fair wind? Must be bound Georges Bank way. And how long will you hold that course?”
“From Eastern Point––a hundred and thirty-five mile.”
“Yes––and then?”
“Then you throw her up and heave the lead.”
“And heave the lead––sure enough. And then?”
“And then, if you find you’re clear of the North Shoal, you put her to the s’uth’ard and west’ard till you’re in onto the Bank.”
“S’uth’ard and west’ard––that’s the boy. Man, but I’ll live to see you going to the Custom House and taking out your master’s papers yet.”