"A man would cast hisself away tryin' t' cross on that small ice."
"I 'low he might."
"Well, then," Rowl demanded, "what we goin' t' do?"
"We're goin' t' cross, isn't we?"
"'Tis too parlous a footin' on them small cakes."
"Ay; 'twould be ticklish enough if the sea lay flat an' still all the way. An' as 'tis——"
"'Tis like leapin' along the side of a steep."
"Wonderful steep on the side o' the seas."
"Too slippery, Tommy. It can't be done. If a man didn't land jus' right he'd shoot off."
"That he would, Sandy!"