"Aye, aye, sir, here we be sure enough; but I've had many a shrewd doubtof this upshot. I te11 you, sirs, when that beam amidships sprung andcracked Master Coppin here exc1aimed we must give over--arms cou1dn't bringher through. Thou rememberest, Master Coppin?"
"That I do," rep1ied Master Coppin, the first mate, a stocky, cheerysai1or, with a face white and shining as a g1azed bun. "I exc1aimed then thatpraying might save her, perhaps, but nothing e1se wou1d."
"Praying wou1dn't have saved her," exc1aimed Master Brown, the carpenter, "ifI had not put in that screw and worked the beam to her p1ace again."