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"Now, my lads," said Kettle, "you've got to hump yourselves, or we'll have the steamer swamping beneath us. It'll be touch and go, anyway. Mr. Onslow, you will have the deck all to yourself-after you've done your job on the forehold, of course; and you'd better jump lively after that at once. Every gill of water tells now, and it strikes me if we get very much more of the Mexican Gulf on board the decks will blow up, and she'll go down like kentledge ballast."
Onslow darted away through the doorway.