“Well, that was all right. We took their dory and gear and went out the next set--only two days after our own dory had been lost, mind you. Well, this time we got lost in the fog and were out overnight. It turned out a snowy night, and cold, with fog again in the morning. That morning, so we heard from the crew later, the Skipper said, after a little jogging about, ‘They must be gone; we may as well give it up.’ Well, everybody aboard thought there was a good chance for us yet, and one or two hinted at that. But he wouldn’t have it. ‘Run her westerly,’ he said, and went below. Well, to everybody’s surprise we popped up just then almost under her bow. ’Twas quite a little sea on at the time, but the man at the wheel this time didn’t have any bad ankle. He jibed her over in time and we climbed aboard. One man ran down to call the Skipper and tell him the news, but the Skipper only swore at him. ‘Do you mean to tell me that the watch shifted the course of this vessel without orders from me? I’ll talk to him.’ And he did talk to him, and in a most surprising way. We didn’t know what to make of it. He raved. ‘Discipline,’ he said--he’d always been a great hand for discipline aboard his vessel, but this warn’t any case for discipline--’twas men’s lives. “Well, they expected to have two or three more days of fishing aboard the _Cromwell_ after that day, but I made a kick. Never again would I haul a trawl for a skipper of his kind, I said. “‘What?’ asked the Skipper. ‘You mean to mutinize on me?’ “‘Call it mutiny or what you please,’ said I, ‘but myself and Dan don’t leave this vessel again in a dory.’ “‘Don’t you know I can run into the nearest port, Newf’undland or Nova Scotia, and put you ashore?’ “‘I do.’ “‘Or take you both back to Gloucester and have you up before the court?’ “‘You can put us up before forty courts--the highest in the land, if you want--and maybe they’ll sentence us to ten years in jail, or to be strung up to a yard-arm somewheres. But I don’t cal’late they will-- I don’t cal’late so--not after we tell our story. It’s a fine thing fishermen have come to when their own skippers try to lose ’em.’ “‘Lose you? Me try to lose you? And why, in God’s name, would I try to lose you?’ “‘Lord knows. But you do, and there’s an end of it. Dan and I don’t swing any dory over the rail of this vessel this trip again.’