"Oh! see the suds he makes!" cried Flask, dancing up and down--"What a hump--Oh, do pile on the beef--lays like a log! Oh! my lads, do spring--slap-jacks and quahogs for supper, you know, my lads-- baked clams and muffins--oh, do, do, spring,--he's a hundred barreler-- don't lose him now--don't oh, don't!--see that Yarman--Oh, won't ye pull for your duff, my lads--such a sog! such a sogger! Don't ye love sperm? There goes three thousand dollars, men!--a bank!--a whole bank! The bank of England!--Oh, do, do, do!--What's that Yarman about now?"
At this moment Derick was in the act of pitching his lamp-feeder at the advancing boats, and also his oil-can; perhaps with the double view of retarding his rivals' way, and at the same time economically accelerating his own by the momentary impetus
