"Jack, you dog."
"Ay—ay, sir."
"Mind you convoy these women into the right port; do you hear? and no mistaking the bearings; do you hear?"
"Ay, ay, sir."
"These crafts want care; and you are pilot, commander, and all; so mind and keep your weather eye open."
"Ay, ay, sir. I knows the craft well enough, and I knows the roads, too; there'll be no end of foundering against the breakers to find where they lie."
"No, no, Jack; you needn't do that; but mind your bearings. Jack, mind your bearings."
"Never fear; I know 'em, well enough; my eyes ain't laid up in ordinary yet."
"Eh? What do you mean by that, you dog, eh?"
"Nothing; only I can see without helps to read, or glasses either; so I know one place from another."