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At this time the captain's boat was about three miles distant from that of the second mate, and Oliver's between the two, but much nearer to Hendry and Chard's than to Atkins's. She was under both mainsail and jib, and as the sea was again very smooth was slipping through the water very quickly under a now steady breeze, as she stood towards the mate's boat.
"No, Sir," shouted the Second Mate. "I don't think so." A minute of some confusion followed; and then came the click of pawls. I could tell that they had taken the haulyards to the after capstan. Odd words floated up to me. "...all this water?" I heard in the Old Man's voice. He appeared to be asking a question. "Can't say, Sir," came the Second Mate's.
He is just filling his fourteenth glass: he always keeps a regular account, as he never exceeds his limited number, which is seventeen; then he is exactly down to his bearings. The master's mate's name is Tomkins; he has served his six years three times over, and has now outgrown his ambition; which is fortunate for him, as his chances of promotion are small.
Yet, I was to have even a greater astonishment; for, abruptly, The Skipper who all this time had scarcely spoken stepped forward a pace, and put his hand on the Second Mate's shoulder. "I'll come with you, Mr. Tulipson," he said. The Second Mate twisted his head round, and stared at him a moment, in astonishment. Then he opened his mouth. "No, Sir; I don't think " he began.
What do you mean?" she asked wonderingly. "Oh, well, nothing, Miss Alice. You wouldn't understand. I'm glad to see you. This isn't a mate's work, properly speakin'," he said, as he indicated the box of polish, "but then we haven't started discipline yet. We'll do that at sea." "And I'll hope we'll soon be out on the deep," voiced Alice.
While we were tearing over the water in this way, we saw the other whales coming up every now and then, and blowing quite near to us, and presently we passed close enough to the first mate's boat to see that he was fast to a fish, and unable, therefore, to render us help if we should need it.
"When I was sixteen I was a sailor before the mast," he said, "the sort of sailor that King's crew out there wouldn't recognize in the same profession. I was of so little account that I've been knocked the length of the main deck at the end of the mate's fist, and left to lie bleeding in the scuppers for dead.
Then, in an instant, they all disappeared together, the stricken whale still dragging the mate's boat after him at an incredible speed.
Jerry flattened his filbert-shaped ears and wagged his tail in acknowledgment, but advertised his intention of continuing to stalk his enemy. And at sound of the mate's voice the wild-dog flung quick-opened eyes in Jerry's direction and flashed into his burrow, where he immediately turned around, thrust his head out with a show of teeth, and snarled triumphant defiance.
"Where's the old man?" inquired one. "Skipper's taking a watch below, arter the fog; don't yer go knockin' him up now, Joe." "Wait till the mate comes. Thunder, why don't yer wrop somep'n round the kid, you loon?" The big schooner was getting under way again. The mate's voice spoke sharply to the helmsman. "Helm up steady. Nothing off stead-y."
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