"Yep—an' Our Harbour too. Jus' the way they done when ol' Bad-Weather West was cast away—eh, Billy? Don't you 'low so?"
"Jus' that clever way, Teddy."
"I reckon my mother'll tend t' that." Teddy's heart failed him then. "Anyhow, Billy," said he weakly, "you'll take care o' me—won't you—if the worst comes t' the worst?"
The boy was not too young for a vision of the worst coming to the worst.
"None better!" Billy replied.
"I been thinkin' I isn't very much of a man, Billy. I've not much courage left."
"Huh!" Billy scoffed. "When we gets ashore, an' I tells my tale o' these days——"
Teddy started.
"Billy," said he, "you'll not tell what I said?"