"He was afraid the poor brute would jump after him, don't you see ?" he pursued with a quaver.

"Yes, Captain Marlow.

He set the log for me; he--would you believe it ?--he put a drop of oil in it too.

There was the oil-feeder where he left it near by.

The boat-swain's mate got the hose along aft to wash down at half-past five; by-and-by he knocks off and runs up on the bridge--'Will you please come aft, Mr.Jones,' he says.