pen.

"Two hundred and three. Let's look at the passenger!" The speaker
was even larger than the Galway man, and his face was made curious
by a purple cut running slantways from his left eye to the right
corner of his mouth.

Not knowing what else to do, Harvey swabbed each dory as it came
down, pulled out the foot-boards, and laid them in the bottom of
the boat.

"He's caught on good," said the scarred man, who was Tom Platt,
watching him critically. "There are two ways o' doin' everything.
One's fisher-fashion - any end first an' a slippery hitch over all
- an' the other's -"

"What we did on the old Ohio!" Dan interrupted, brushing into the
knot of men with a long board on legs. "Git out o' here, Tom
Platt, an' leave me fix the tables."

He jammed one end of the board into two nicks in the bulwarks,
kicked out the leg, and ducked just in time to avoid a swinging
blow from the man-o'-war's man.

"An' they did that on the Ohio, too, Danny. See?" said Tom Platt,
laughing.

"'Guess they was swivel-eyed, then, fer it didn't git home, and I
know who'll find his boots on the main-truck ef he don't leave us
alone. Haul ahead! I'm busy, can't ye see?"