Let the two hands with me go down; the steward will serve them out a tot each.

Jack, you had better turn in at once." Virtue was soon on deck again, muffled up in his oilskins.
"Now, Watkins, you can go below and turn in." "I shan't go below tonight, sir--not to lie down.

There's nothing much to do here, but I couldn't sleep, if I did lie down." "Very well; you had better go below and get a glass of grog; tell the steward to give you a big pipe with a cover like this, out of the locker; and there's plenty of chewing tobacco, if the men are short." "I will take that instead of a pipe," Watkins said; "there's nothing like a quid in weather like this, it aint never in your way, and it lasts.

Even with a cover a pipe would soon be out." "Please yourself, Watkins; tell the two hands forward to keep a bright lookout for lights." The night passed slowly.

Occasionally a sea heavier than usual came on board, curling over the bow and falling with a heavy thud on the deck, but for the most part the Seabird breasted the waves easily; the bowsprit had been reefed in to its fullest, thereby adding to the lightness and buoyancy of the boat.