Excerpt from - Up Light to Taconite

"Now," said Frank, pointing his finger at us and rolling the snuff tucked in his lower lip, "here's the thing.  The two deckhands goin' over the side gotta run around the lock and meet us on the other side to take the cables.  Ya gotta be on the other side before we get there 'cause the lock guys don't handle lines.  Ya got that?"  We must have looked confused because before we could ask a question Frank said, "Okay, okay, let me draw ya a picture of how this thing's gotta go."  He explained it once again.  This time we nodded our heads to indicate comprehension.  He seemed anxious that we run around the lock as fast as possible.  It didn't seem like a big deal to me.