"Toorn o' the tide!" the Captain shouted; "all aboord, aboord, my lads!

The more 'ee bide ashore, the wuss 'ee be. See to Master Cheeseman's

craft! Got a good hour afront of us. Dannel, what be mooning at? Fetch

'un a clout on his head, Harry Shanks; or Tim, you run up and do it.

Doubt the young hosebird were struck last moon, and his brains put to

salt in a herring-tub. Home with you, wife! And take Dan, if you will.

He'd do more good at the chipping job, with the full moon in his head

so."

"Then home I will take my son, Master Tugwell," his wife answered, with

much dignity, for all the good wives of Springhaven heard him, and what

would they think of her if she said nothing? "Home I will take my son

and yours, and the wisest place for him to abide in, with his father set

agin him so. Dannel, you come along of me. I won't have my eldest boy

gainsaid so."

Zebedee Tugwell closed his lips, and went on with his proper business.

All the women would side with him if he left them the use of their own

minds, and the sound of his wife's voice last; while all the men in

their hearts felt wisdom. But the young man, loath to be left behind,

came doubtfully down to the stern of the boat, which was pushed off for

the Rosalie. And he looked at the place where he generally sat, and then

at his father and the rest of them.

"No gappermouths here!" cried his father, sternly. "Get theezell home

with the vemmelvolk. Shove off without him, Tim! How many more tides

would 'ee lose?"

Young Dan, whose stout legs were in the swirling water, snatched up his

striped woolsey from under the tiller, threw it on his shoulder, and

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