And then the song began again drawing nearer each moment. "Yeave-ho, Yo-ho, O I love the life so brave. I love to swish Like the porpoise fish Over the foamy wave. So let the salt wind blow-away, All care and trouble throw-away, And lead the life of a Stowaway Yeave-ho—Yeave-ho—Yo-hee!" "Yeave-ho, Yo-ho, O I love the life so brave. I love to swish Like the porpoise fish Over the foamy wave. So let the salt wind blow-away, All care and trouble throw-away, And lead the life of a Stowaway Yeave-ho—Yeave-ho—Yo-hee!" "It is he as sure as you're born, Whistlebinkie!" cried Mollie in an ecstacy of delight. "I wonder how he came to come." "I 'dno," said Whistlebinkie. "I guess he's just went and gone." As Whistlebinkie spoke sure enough, the Unwiseman himself clambered out of the ventilator and leaped lightly on the deck alongside of them still singing: "Yeave-ho, Yo-ho, I love the At-lan-tic. The water's wet And you can bet [Pg 34]The motion makes me sick. But let the wavelets flow away You cannot drive the glow away From the heart of the happy Stowaway. Yeave-ho—Yeave-ho—Yo-hee!" "Yeave-ho, Yo-ho, I love the At-lan-tic. The water's wet
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