CHAPTER IV—THE CIRCLE MARK
EARLY in the morning they were off. Dick, glum and reckless, took the wheel; McGlory went up forward and looked after hoisting the jibs and foresail. The new mate had already succeeded, by an ugly way he had, in antagonizing most of the men; but their spirits ran high, in spite of him, as the Merry Anne slipped away from the pier and headed out into the glory of the sunrise.
“Hey, Peenk,” called Larsen, “geeve us 'Beelly Brown.'” And Pink, who needed no urging, roared out promptly the following ballad, with the whole crew shouting the spoken words:—=
Oh, Billy Brown he loved a girl,
And her name was Mary Rowe, O-ho!