"'No room for me?' says he.
"'Twas sure death t' be left on the ice. The wind begun t' taste o' frost. An' 'twas jumpin' up. 'Twould carry the floe far an' scatter it broadcast.
"'See for yourself, lad,' says Tom.
"'Pshaw!' says Eleazer. 'That's too bad!'
"'You isn't no sorrier than me, b'y.'
"Eleazer tweaked his beard. 'Dang it!' says he. 'I wisht there was room. I'm hungry for my supper.'
"'Let un in,' says one of the lads. ''Tis even chances she'll float it out.'
"'Well,' says Eleazer, 'I doesn't want t' make no trouble——'
"'Come aboard,' says Tom. 'An' make haste.'
"'If she makes bad weather,' says Eleazer, 'I'll get out.'