“What does that lobster mean? Ain’t he goin’ to give us no seaway?”
Mr. Barney had taken the wheel of the Gullwing. I saw that his brother was already glued to the spokes of the Seamew’s wheel.
“’Ware what ye do there, Mr. Barney,” sang out Captain Bowditch.
“Aye, aye, sir.”
“Keep her steady.”
“Aye, aye, sir.”
I caught old Tom by the sleeve of his jumper again.
“Cap’n Si don’t mean to give way!” I gasped.
“Wal,” said the old seaman, reflectively, “it’ll be up to him if he doesn’t.”
“But——”