But that night––
“Cap’n Jack,” says I, “you quit that basket.”
He laughed.
“You quit her,” I pleaded. “But ecod, man!” says I, “please quit her. An you don’t I’ll never see you more.”
“An’ you’ll never care,” cries he. “Not you, Master Callaway!”
“Do you quit her, man!”
“I isn’t able,” says he, drawing me to his knee; “for, Dannie,” says he, his blue eyes alight, “they isn’t ar another man in Newf’un’land would take that basket t’ sea!”
I sighed.
“Come, Dannie,” says he, “what’ll ye take t’ drink?”
“A nip o’ ginger-ale,” says I, dolefully.