"Yes, it is rayther lucky; but then there wan't any danger o' that, cos, you see, I kep the vessel off by night, an the danger couldn't hev riz. I thought we were a mile further up the bay; we've been a doin better than I thought for."
"Shall we be able to get into Quaco any sooner?"
"Wal, not much."
"I thought from what you said that we were a mile nearer."
"So we air, but that don't make any very great difference."
"Why, we ought to get in all the sooner, I should think."
"No; not much."
"Why not? I don't understand that."
"Wal, you see it's low tide now."
"The tides again!"