Sir Oliver and Sir Nigel stood erect with hands crossed in front of the poop.
Her sides had just been painted; and the oil-jars and paint buckets were lying on the poop.
He could not have been hurt, however, to get down from the poop to the main-deck in the time.'
The crowd on the poop held their breath at the daring maneuver.
After supper he went on to the poop once more, ...