cabin. "'Looks to me like's if we'd all be doin' so fer a spell.
There's nothin' in creation deader-limpsey-idler'n a Banker when
she ain't on fish."

"I'm glad ye spoke, Danny," cried Long Jack, who had been casting
round in search of amusement. "I'd clean forgot we'd a passenger
under that T-wharf hat. There's no idleness for thim that don't
know their ropes. Pass him along, Tom Platt, an' we'll l'arn him."

"'Tain't my trick this time," grinned Dan. "You've got to go it
alone. Dad learned me with a rope's end."

For an hour Long Jack walked his prey up and down, teaching, as he
said, "things at the sea that ivry man must know, blind, dhrunk,
or asleep." There is not much gear to a seventy-ton schooner with
a stump-foremast, but Long Jack had a gift of expression. When he
wished to draw Harvey's attention to the peak-halyards, he dug his
knuckles into the back of the boy's neck and kept him at gaze for
half a minute. He emphasised the difference between fore and aft
generally by rubbing Harvey's nose along a few feet of the boom,
and the lead of each rope was fixed in Harvey's mind by the end of
the rope itself.

The lesson would have been easier had the deck been at all free;
but there appeared to be a place on it for everything and anything
except a man. Forward lay the windlass and its tackle, with the
chain and hemp cables, all very unpleasant to trip over; the
fo'c'sle stovepipe, and the gurry-butts by the fo'c'sle-hatch to
hold the fish-livers. Aft of these the fore-boom and booby of the
main-hatch took all the space that was not needed for the pumps