Now, Phil had lied when he said we was "favoring" him with advice,
'cause we hadn't said a word; but that beat up to the point wa'n't half
over afore Jonadab and me was dying to tell him a few things. He handled
that boat like a lobster. Archie gained on every tack and come about for
the run a full minute afore us.

And on that run afore the wind 'twas worse than ever. The way Phil
see-sawed that piece of pie back and forth over the river was a sin and
shame. He could have slacked off his mainsail and headed dead for the
buoy, but no, he jiggled around like an old woman crossing the road
ahead of a funeral.

Cap'n Jonadab was on edge. Racing was where he lived, as you might say,
and he fidgeted like he was setting on a pin-cushion. By and by he snaps
out:

"Keep her off! Keep her off afore the wind! Can't you see where you're
going?"

Phil looked at him as if he was a graven image, and all the answer he
made was; "Be calm, Barnacles, be calm!"

But pretty soon I couldn't stand it no longer, and I busts out with:
"Keep her off, Mr. What's-your name! For the Lord's sake, keep her off!
He'll beat the life out of you!"

And all the good that done was for me to get a stare that was colder
than the wind, if such a thing's possible.

But Jonadab got fidgetyer every minute, and when we come out into