“He rolls like a porpoise,” interrupted Miller, positively; “impossible.”
“Stewart might do, then.”
“Never kept time for three strokes in his life,” said Miller.
“Well, there are no better men,” said the Captain.
“Then we may lay our account to stopping where we are, if we don't even lose a place,” said Miller.
“Dust unto dust, what must be, must;
If you can't get crumb, you'd best eat crust.” said the Captain.
“It's all very well talking coolly now,” said Miller, “but you'll kill yourself trying to bump, and there are three more nights.”
“Hardy would row if you asked him, I'm sure,” said Tom.
The Captain looked at Miller, who shook his head. “I don't think it,” he said; “I take him to be a shy bird that won't come to everybody's whistle. We might have had him two years ago, I believe—I wish we had.”