"My gran'pa takes care o' me!" he flashed.
"Will you save him, Jonathan?" Archie asked.
"I've a shot in the locker, Archie," Jonathan replied. "I'll save un alive."
Out flashed Toby's head; and he tugged at his grandfather—and bawled up.
"Is I doin' well?" he wanted to know.
"You is!"
"Is I doin' as well as my father done at my age?"
"You is! Is you rested?"
"Ay, sir."
"Full steam ahead!" said Jonathan. With that they bore away—playing a game. And Jonathan was the skipper and Toby was the wheelman and engine. "Port!" bawled Jonathan. And "Starboard your helm!" And Billy and Archie lost sight of them in the dark.