"Well?"
"I'll go first, Sandy. I'll start when we lies in the trough. I 'low I can make that big pan in the middle afore the next sea cants it. You watch me, Sandy, an' practice my tactics when you follow. I 'low a clever man can cross that lane alive."
"We're in a mess out here!" Sandy Rowl complained. "I wish we hadn't started."
"'Tisn't so bad as all that."
"A loud folly!" Rowl growled.
"Ah, well," Tommy Lark replied, "a telegram's a telegram; an' the need o' haste——"
"'Twould have kept well enough."
"'Tis not a letter, Sandy."
"Whatever it is, there's no call for two men t' come into peril o' their lives——"
"You never can tell."