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Updated: June 18, 2025
Mistah Falk, he am cap'n Lo'd have mercy on us! Dat Kipping, he am chief mate Lo'd have mercy on us mis'able sinners! Davie Paine, he am second mate Lo'd perserve ou' souls! Ah guess you don't know what Ah heah Mistah Falk say to stew'd! He says, 'Stew'd, we got ev'ything ev'ything. And we ain't broke a single law! Now tell me what he mean by dat? What's stew'd got, Ah want to know?
There was a sudden scuffle, then out from the corner of the deck-house danced Kipping with both hands pressed over his jaw. "You bloody scoundrel!" he snarled, meek no longer. "You wait I'll get you. I'll " Seeing me sitting there with my bit of rope, he stopped short; then, with a sneer, he walked away.
Particularly they aimed then-taunts at Davie Paine and Blodgett, who a short time before had been hand-in-glove with them; and I was no little relieved to see that their words seemed only to confirm the two in their determination, come what might, never to join forces again with Falk and Kipping. But Kipping singled out the cook and berated him with a stream of disgusting oaths.
With knives between their teeth, men from the proas on my right and left boarded the ship by the chains, by the rail, by the bulwark. I saw Kipping leap suddenly forward and whirl about like a weasel in his tracks. His yell for all hands sounded high above the clamor of the boarders.
I didn't go to do nothing. I'm sick. I've got a pain in my innards. I can't work so help me, I can't work." "Aha!" Again Kipping laughed mildly. "Aha! Can't work, eh? I'll teach you a lesson." Bill staggered against the deck-house and clumsily fell, pressing his hands against his side and moaning. "Hgh!" Kipping grunted. "Hgh!"
The men, too, were white and woe-begone, and Kipping was scowling disagreeably. It seemed shameful to take arms against human beings in such a piteous plight, but we stood with our muskets cocked and waited for them to speak first. "Haven't you men hearts?" Falk cried when he had come within earshot.
You would have expected some of the men to find it hard to give old Davie Paine quite all the respect to which his new berth entitled him, and for my own part I liked Kipping less even than I had liked Mr. Falk.
On the forecastle by the larboard rigging stood a big, broad-shouldered fellow, who nodded familiarly at the second mate, cast a bit of a leer at the captain as if to impress on the rest of us his own daring and independence, and gave me, when I caught his eye, a cold, noncommittal stare. His name, I shortly learned, was Kipping.
He pointed his finger at the strange vessel. We drew closer and stared incredulously. On the poop of the junk, beside the cumbersome rudder windlass, leaning nonchalantly against the great carved rail, were Captain Nathan Falk and Chief Mate Kipping. That the slow craft could not cross our bows, they saw as well as we.
"Now then, you fools," Kipping shrieked. "Go for 'em! Go for'em! The bell's struck! Now's the time!" So far it all had happened so suddenly and so extraordinarily swiftly, with one event fairly leaping at the heels of another, that the men were completely dazed.
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