wrong way o' stowin' ballast even. If you'd ever seen four hundred
ton o' iron set into the -"

"Hi!" With a yell from Manuel the work began again, and never
stopped till the pen was empty. The instant the last fish was
down, Disko Troop rolled aft to the cabin with his brother; Manuel
and Long Jack went forward; Tom Platt only waited long enough to
slide home the hatch ere he too disappeared. In half a minute
Harvey heard deep snores in the cabin, and he was staring blankly
at Dan and Penn.

"I did a little better that time, Danny," said Penn, whose eyelids
were heavy with sleep. "But I think it is my duty to help clean."

"'Wouldn't hev your conscience fer a thousand quintal," said Dan.
"Turn in, Penn. You've no call to do boy's work. Draw a bucket,
Harvey. Oh, Penn, dump these in the gurry-butt 'fore you sleep.
Kin you keep awake that long?"

Penn took up the heavy basket of fish-livers, emptied them into a
cask with a hinged top lashed by the fo'c'sle; then he too dropped
out of sight in the cabin.

"Boys clean up after dressin' down, an' first watch in ca'am weather
is boy's watch on the 'We're Here'." Dan sluiced the pen
energetically, unshipped the table, set it up to dry in the moonlight,
ran the red knife-blades through a wad of oakum, and began
to sharpen them on a tiny grindstone, as Harvey threw offal and
backbones overboard under his direction.