You'll find some old canvas in the sail-locker.

Make it do." "What'll I put on his feet, sir ?" the man asked, after the customary "Ay, ay, sir." "We'll see to that," Wolf Larsen answered, and elevated his voice in a call of "Cooky!" Thomas Mugridge popped out of his galley like a jack-in-the-box.
"Go below and fill a sack with coal." "Any of you fellows got a Bible or Prayer-book ?" was the captain's next demand, this time of the hunters lounging about the companion-way.
They shook their heads, and some one made a jocular remark which I did not catch, but which raised a general laugh.
Wolf Larsen made the same demand of the sailors.

Bibles and Prayer-books seemed scarce articles, but one of the men volunteered to pursue the quest amongst the watch below, returning in a minute with the information that there was none.
The captain shrugged his shoulders.

"Then we'll drop him over without any palavering, unless our clerical-looking castaway has the burial service at sea by heart." By this time he had swung fully around and was facing me.

"You're a preacher, aren't you ?" he asked.
The hunters,--there were six of them,--to a man, turned and regarded me.
I was painfully aware of my likeness to a scarecrow.