Part 22 (2/2)
At that, I was confident of a burst of temper from the Second; and yet, for the second time within a couple of minutes I was wrong. Instead of cursing Stubbins, he, after a moment's pause, went on up the rigging, without another word, and the rest of us followed. We reached the royal, and made short work of it; indeed, there were sufficient of us to have eaten it. When we had finished, I noticed that the Second Mate remained on the yard until we were all in the rigging. Evidently, he had determined to take a full share of any risk there might be; but I took care to keep pretty close to him; so as to be on hand if anything happened; yet we reached the deck again, without anything having occurred. I have said, without anything having occurred; but I am not really correct in this; for, as the Second Mate came down over the crosstrees, he gave a short, abrupt cry.
”Anything wrong, Sir?” I asked.
”No--o!” he said. ”Nothing! I banged my knee.”
And yet _now_, I believe he was lying. For, that same watch, I was to hear men giving just such cries; but, G.o.d knows, they had reason enough.
X
_Hands That Plucked_
Directly we reached the deck, the Second Mate gave the order:
”Mizzen t'gallant clewlines and buntlines,” and led the way up on to the p.o.o.p. He went and stood by the haulyards, ready to lower away. As I walked across to the starboard clewline, I saw that the Old Man was on deck, and as I took hold of the rope, I heard him sing out to the Second Mate.
”Call all hands to shorten sail, Mr. Tulipson.”
”Very good, Sir,” the Second Mate replied. Then he raised his voice:
”Go forrard, you, Jessop, and call all hands to shorten sail. You'd better give them a call in the bosun's place, as you go.”
”i, i, Sir,” I sung out, and hurried off.
As I went, I heard him tell Tammy to go down and call the Mate.
Reaching the fo'cas'le, I put my head in through the starboard doorway, and found some of the men beginning to turn-in.
”It's all hands on deck, shorten sail,” I sung out.
I stepped inside.
”Just wot I said,” grumbled one of the men.
”They don't d.a.m.n well think we're goin' aloft to-night, after what's happened?” asked another.
”We've been up to the main royal,” I answered. ”The Second Mate went with us.”
”Wot?” said the first man. ”Ther Second Mate hisself?”
”Yes,” I replied. ”The whole blooming watch went up.”
”An' wot 'appened?” he asked.
”Nothing,” I said. ”Nothing at all. We just made a mouthful apiece of it, and came down again.”
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