"'I don't like it, sir,' says I.
"'Well,' says he, 'I got a young spendthrift t' fetch up, isn't I?'
"'Still an' all, sir,' says I, 'I don't like it.'
"'Damme, Tumm!' says he, 'isn't you got nothin' better t' do than stand there carpin' at God A'mighty's wind?'
"'They's a big field o' ice t' win'ward, sir,' says I. ''Tis comin' down with the gale; 'twill ram this pack within the hour.'
"'You stand by,' says he, 't' take a line from that tramp when she yelps.'
"'Cap'n Sammy, sir,' says I, 'the ship lies badly. She'll never weather——'
"'Mr. Tumm,' says he, 'you got your orders, isn't you?'
"When Cap'n Sammy fixed his little green squint on me in jus' that frosty way I knowed my duty. 'I is, sir,' says I.
"'Then,' says he, 'h'ist your canvas. There's another minute gone!'