"How d'ye feel?" he at length called out, just after he had taken another tack for a long run across the river.
"Wet to the skin," Donaster angrily replied. "When are we to let up on this job? I'm sick of it."
"Same here," his companion agreed.
"Well, I guess ye'll have to make the best of it, me hearties. We'll reach the city early in the mornin', if the wind holds. Ye kin change yer clothes then."
The men made no reply, but Donaster, leaving Bill to manage the sheet, scrambled over to Eben's side.
"My, it's confoundedly dark and nasty to-night," he growled. "It's absolutely beastly."
"Don't like it much, eh?" Eben queried. "Ye got more'n ye expected, didn't ye?"
"Should say I did. But I thought you had Miss Randall on board. Where in h---- is she, anyway? You know, don't you?"
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