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never done a hand's turn o' work in all your born life? Must feel
kinder awful, don't it?"

"I'm going to try to work, anyway," Harvey replied stoutly. "Only
it's all dead new."

"Lay a-holt o' that tackle, then. Behind ye!"

Harvey grabbed at a rope and long iron hook dangling from one of
the stays of the mainmast, while Dan pulled down another that ran
from something he called a "topping-lift," as Manuel drew
alongside in his loaded dory. The Portuguese smiled a brilliant
smile that Harvey learned to know well later, and a short-handled
fork began to throw fish into the pen on deck. "Two hundred and
thirty-one," he shouted.

"Give him the hook," said Dan, and Harvey ran it into Manuel's
hands. He slipped it through a loop of rope at the dory's bow,
caught Dan's tackle, hooked it to the stern-becket, and clambered
into the schooner.

"Pull!" shouted Dan; and Harvey pulled, astonished to find how
easily the dory rose.

"Hold on; she don't nest in the crosstrees!" Dan laughed; and
Harvey held on, for the boat lay in the air above his head.

"Lower away," Dan shouted; and as Harvey lowered, Dan swayed the
light boat with one hand till it landed softly just behind the
mainmast. "They don't weigh nothin' empty. Thet was right smart
fer a passenger. There's more trick to it in a sea-way."

"Ah ha!" said Manuel, holding out a brown hand. "You are some
pretty well now? This time last night the fish they fish for you.
Now you fish for fish.
Eh, wha-at?"

"I'm - I'm ever so grateful," Harvey stammered, and his
unfortunate hand stole to his pocket once more, but he remembered
that he had no money to offer. When he knew Manuel better the mere
thought of the mistake he might have made would cover him with
hot, uneasy blushes in his bunk.

"There is no to be thankful for to me!" said Manuel. "How shall I
leave you dreeft, dreeft all around the Banks? Now you are a
fisherman eh, wha-at? Ouh! Auh!" He bent backward and forward
stiffly from the hips to get the kinks out of himself.

"I have not cleaned boat to-day. Too busy. They struck on queek.
Danny, my son, clean for me."

Harvey moved forward at once. Here was something he could do for
the man who had saved his life.

Dan threw him a swab, and he leaned over the dory, mopping up the
slime clumsily, but with great good-will. "Hike out the foot-boards;
they slide in them grooves," said Dan. "Swab 'em an' lay
'em down. Never let a foot-board jam. Ye may want her bad some
day. Here's Long Jack."

A stream of glittering fish flew into the pen from a dory
alongside.

"Manuel, you take the tackle. I'll fix the tables. Harvey, clear
Manuel's boat. Long Jack's nestin' on the top of her."

Harvey looked up from his swabbing at the bottom of another dory
just above his head.

"Jest like the Injian puzzle-boxes, ain't they?" said Dan, as the
one boat dropped into the other.

"Takes to ut like a duck to water," said Long Jack, a grizzly-

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