Raymond S. Spears,
That Sharp Yankee
(1918)
“ The launch swung in beside the cabin-boat, and the steersman made fast to it with ropes, while Gurdle ran up the bank and cast off the mooring lines. In the twilight, they towed the boat out into the stream and pounded into the wind, bound down-river. The wind was falling at the end of the day, as commonly happens. By dark the gale had blown itself out. Polray lay where he had fallen. The two men, river pirates, sat by the stove, holding their hands over the fire, to warm them. "Nice little boat," Gurdle nodded. "Don't no wind come through the sides—Gawd! ”
