The boat was carefully mended, and rance, who was a good deal of a sailor, naturally talked about making a sail for it.
"That won't be you, that's sure," grumbled rance, already dozing.
At these words rance's arms flew up threateningly, while a mocking smile sprang to his lips.
Lincoln finally had courage to get in, and with beating heart rance pushed off.
“A bottomless pit,” observed rance, referring to his stomach.
rance threw water on the sail; where he learned that was a mystery.
rance was eager to sail, and as soon as he had put away the breakfast, he shouldered his mast.
"All right; you pays your money—you takes your choice," replied rance.
With a mere glance at the empty glass rance returned it to Nick.
rance, rans, n. a prop, as for the support of a congreve-rocket.