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Updated: June 26, 2025
"Do you mean to say as 'e 'adn't got 'old of ther garsket?," Quoin inquired, pausing in the lighting of his pipe. "Of course, I do," I said. "A chap doesn't go hanging on to a rope when he's jolly well been knocked senseless." "Ye're richt," assented Jock. "Ye're quite richt there, Jessop." Quoin concluded the lighting of his pipe. "I dunno," he said. I went on, without noticing him.
The faces of the walls are quite smooth, and about twelve feet high; but the angles are set with rough quoin stones, up which, there being no lights in the battery, and no sign of a sentinel, I essayed to climb, accomplishing the ascent with no greater difficulty or hurt than the wearing of the soles off my stockings for I took off my shoes for the sake of quietness and to gain a better foothold.
"Might 'ave been a stowaway, yer know," I heard Quoin, the one who had suggested it before, remark to one of the A.B's named Stubbins a short, rather surly-looking chap. "Might have been hell!" returned Stubbins. "Stowaways hain't such fools as all that." "I dunno," said the first. "I wish I 'ad arsked the Second what 'e thought about it."
I caught the Old Man's voice again. "Where's Jessop with that other lantern?" I heard him shout. "Here, Sir," I sung out. "Bring it over this side," he ordered. "You don't want the two lanterns on one side." I ran round the fore side of the house. Then I saw him. He was in the rigging, and making his way smartly aloft. One of the Mate's watch and Quoin were with him.
The men quartered at the gun, left alone, busied themselves in executing the order. "Run in the quoin, and, blast the brig, give her a point-blanker!" said the gruff old seaman, who was intrusted with a local authority over that particular piece. "None of your geometry calculations, for me!" The crew obeyed, and the match was instantly applied.
Such was his solicitude, that it was a thousand pities he was not able to dwarf himself still more, so as to creep in at the touch-hole, and examining the whole interior of the tube, emerge at last from the muzzle. Quoin swore by his guns, and slept by their side. Woe betide the man whom he found leaning against them, or in any way soiling them.
We were all moody and shaken, and I know I, for one, was thinking some rather troublesome thoughts. Suddenly, I heard the sound of the Second's whistle. Then his voice came along the deck: "Another man to the wheel!" "'e's singin' out for some one to go aft an' relieve ther wheel," said Quoin, who had gone to the door to listen. "Yer'd better 'urry up, Plummer."
Among us there came a moment of dead silence, and I noticed the wail and moan of the wind aloft, and the flap, flap of the three unfurled t'gallan's'ls. The Second Mate called the next name, hurriedly: "Jaskett," he sung out. "Sir," Jaskett answered. "Quoin." "Yes, Sir." "Jessop." "Sir," I replied. "Stubbins." There was no answer. "Stubbins," again called the Second Mate.
He spoke to the men particularly: "As soon as we are ready, the other two men in the Mate's watch will get up into the cranelines, and keep their flares going there. Take your paraffin tins with you. When we reach the upper topsail, Quoin and Jaskett will get out on the yard-arms, and show their flares there. Be careful to keep your lights away from the sails.
At the middle of the forehead horizontally subdivide this upper quoin, and then you have two almost equal parts, which before were naturally divided by an internal wall of a thick tendinous substance. *Quoin is not a Euclidean term. It belongs to the pure nautical mathematics. I know not that it has been defined before.
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