Part 21 (2/2)
Then, as we all turned to go forrard, he asked if anyone had relieved the look-out.
”No, sir,” answered Quoin.
”Is it yours?” the Second asked.
”Yes, Sir,” he replied.
”Hurry up and relieve him then,” the Second said.
”i, i, Sir,” the man answered, and went forrard with the rest of us.
As we went, I asked Plummer who was at the wheel.
”Tom,” he said.
As he spoke, several spots of rain fell, and I glanced up at the sky. It had become thickly clouded.
”Looks as if it were going to breeze up,” I said.
”Yes,” he replied. ”We'll be shortenin' 'er down 'fore long.”
”May be an all-hands job,” I remarked.
”Yes,” he answered again. ”'Twon't be no use their turnin' in, if it is.”
The man who was carrying the lantern, went into the fo'cas'le, and we followed.
”Where's ther one, belongin' to our side?” Plummer asked.
”Got smashed hupstairs,” answered Stubbins.
”'ow were that?” Plummer inquired.
Stubbins hesitated.
”The Second Mate dropped it,” I replied. ”The sail hit it, or something.”
The men in the other watch seemed to have no immediate intention of turning-in; but sat in their bunks, and around on the chests. There was a general lighting of pipes, in the midst of which there came a sudden moan from one of the bunks in the forepart of the fo'cas'le--a part that was always a bit gloomy, and was more so now, on account of our having only one lamp.
”Wot's that?” asked one of the men belonging to the other side.
”S--s.h.!.+” said Stubbins. ”It's him.”
”'oo?” inquired Plummer. ”Jacobs?”
”Yes,” I replied. ”Poor devil!”
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