She had effectually "discharged her cargo," over on the sand-island; but they Had enough of a load to carry home, in the shape of empty baskets and things of that sort.
"Is every thing out of the locker, Dab?" inquired Ham.
"All but the jug. I say, did you know it was nearly half full? Would it do any hurt to leave it here?"
"The jug? No, not if you just pour out the rest of the apple-jack over the side."
"Make the fish drunk."
"Well, it sha'n't do that for anybody else, if I can help it."
"Well, if it's good for water-soaked people, I guess it can't hurt the fish."
"Empty it, Dab. Empty it, and come along. The doctor wasn't so far wrong, and I was glad to have it with me. Seemed to do some of 'em a power of good. But medicine's medicine, and I only wish some people I know of would remember it."
"Some of 'em do a good deal of that kind of doctoring."
The condemned liquor was already gurgling from the mouth of the demijohn into the salt water, and neither fish nor eel came forward to get a share of it. They were probably all feeling pretty well that night. When the demijohn was empty and the cork replaced, it was set down again in the "cabin;" and that was left unlocked, for there was no more danger in it for anybody. Dab and Ham were altogether too tired to take any pains there was no call for.