"'I never was on the dull, tame shore,
But I loved the great sea more and more.'"
"But how was it when you were on the great sea in a fog-storm?" interrupted Ralph laughingly.
"Oh, go away. This is poetry; that wasn't."
"Not by any manner of means. You are right there."
"There's Jonas going to market to get fish for breakfast," said Joe, as he saw Jonas and Friday coming down the rocks with basket and fishing-rods.
"You ought to be phosphorescent enough to be useful as matches, if you have been having fish morning, noon, and night for a fortnight," suggested Ben.
"Very likely we are. The nights have been so bright we haven't needed to light candles, so we haven't had any use for matches; but I imagine we would all throw out a faint light if we got where it was dark enough."
"We'll have two more chances to add to our stock of phosphorus. Fish for breakfast and fish for dinner! I see the gulls on the rocks now. We must be two-thirds across, boys," said Dave. "I tell you we are doing strong pulling."
"Yes, but nothing fancy about it," laughed Ben. "I reckon an amateur boat-crew would hoot us."
"Who cares for style? I go in for speed. I can feather my oar every stroke if I want to," said Dave.