"How far have we come now?"
"Wal, we've come a pooty considerable of a lick now—mind I tell you. 'Tain't, of course, as good as ef the wind had ben favorable, but arter all, that thar tide was a pooty considerable of a tide, now."
"How long will you anchor?"
"Why, till the next tarn of tide,—course."
"When will that be?"
"Wal, somewhar about eleven o'clock."
"Eleven o'clock?"
"Yes."
"Why, that's almost midnight."
"Course it is."