Lukie sailed her out one day,
A fine spell o' weather in the month o' May;
She leaked so bad when he put about,
He drove her ashore on the Tailor's Snout.
And he kept on blowing that famous jig-time ballad of Tight Cove for dear life until a tug at the line round his waist warned him to brace himself against the steady pull to follow.
Teddy was still giving the strains of Lukie's adventure to the north wind when the little pan came alongside.
"Carry on!" Billy Topsail chattered behind him.
Teddy interrupted himself to answer:
"Aye, sir!"
"I'll get my clothes an' the skins aboard. Ecod! It's awful cold!"
Presently they pushed out from the field. It had not taken long. The patch of white light that was the sun had not yet dropped out of sight behind the cliffs of the shore.