"You can get new nets," he said hoarsely, "but you couldn't get a new Harry Paul.  There's some spirit down in the cabin, Zekle.  Quick, lad, and bring the blanket out of the locker, and my oilskin.  Poor dear lad! he must have got tangled as he was swimming round.  I'll break that Zekle's head with a boat-hook for this job; see if I don't."