It was no easy matter to get them into the boats, but they succeeded after some difficulty, and the dinghies were almost level with the water.
"The Second String"
Nat Gould
They got out of the dinghies again and walked towards them.
"The Second String"
Nat Gould
So they came, at half-past eleven, in their own ships' dinghies, which were sent back with orders to return at nightfall-six big-fisted, more or less fat captains, and six big-fisted, beetle-browed, and embarrassed chief mates.
""Where Angels Fear to Tread" and Other Stories of the Sea"
Morgan Robertson