"Goin' down," says he. "Knowed she would."
My uncle came on deck: he was smiling--most placid, indeed.
"Well, well!" he shouted. "Day, eh?"
"Leakin'," says Moses.
"Well, well!"
"Goin' down," Moses screamed.
"Knowed she would," my uncle roared. "Can't last long in this. What's
that?"
'Twas floe ice.
"Still water," says he. "Leave me have that there wheel, Dannie. Go t'
sleep!"