"'Blow?' says he. 'Ay; she's breedin' a naughty nor'west gale o' wind down there.'
"It seemed t' me then I seed a shadow in the fog; an', 'Cap'n Sammy,' says I, 'what's that off the port bow?'
"'What's what?' says he.
"'That patch o' black in the mist.'
"'Tumm,' says he, 'you might tweak the toot-rope.'
"The Royal Bloodhound hadn't opened her mouth afore there came a howl from the mist.
"Cap'n Sammy jumped. 'What d'ye make o' that?' says he.
"'I make a ship,' says I.
"He lifted his hand. 'Hark!' says he.
"Whatever she was, she was yellin' for help like a bull in a bog.