"Go araound the Horn ef there's anythin' worth goin' fer, and the grub holds aout," said disko.
"'Guess she'd carry stays'l," said disko, rolling one eye at his brother.
"It's blown clear," disko cried, and all the fo'c'sle tumbled up for a bit of fresh air.
This shouted towards the hatch, where disko and Tom Platt were salting.
He learned later that disko was entirely equal to that and any other business, and could even help others.
At this the skipper danced on the bridge and said something about disko's own eyes.
That was magnificent, in spite of disko saying that it would break a snake's back to follow his wake.
"Naow you've made a show o' me, Salters," said disko, angrily.
"They'll tell that tale ag'in' us fer years—that's all," said disko.
"Got Jason aboard here," disko answered, but his voice quavered.