"I don't think I shall hurt myself," answered Lawry, laughing; and he was really pleased to find Ben in such good humor. "I don't see that you can help me any."
"I can steer."
"So can Rounds," replied Lawry, referring to the deckhand whom he called to the wheel when he left his post.
"Lawry, you are my brother—ain't you?"
"Of course I am."
"And I am your brother—am I not?"
"Without a doubt you are."
"Then there are two good reasons why we should not quarrel."
"I'm very sure I don't wish to quarrel, Ben," added Lawry earnestly.
"And I'm just as sure I don't," continued Ben. "This is a splendid little boat, and we might make a first-rate thing of it. I still think I ought to be captain of her; but I won't quarrel about that now. I'll take any place you have a mind to give me."