At length the hour for having all hands on deck arrived; when the other watch which Israel had first tried, reascending to the deck, and hearing the matter in discussion, they endorsed the charge of molestation and attempted imposture through the night, on the part of some person unknown, but who, likely enough, was the strange man now before them.

In the end, the master-at-arms appeared with his bamboo, who, summarily collaring poor Israel, led him as a mysterious culprit to the officer of the deck, which gentleman having heard the charge, examined him in great perplexity, and, saying that he did not at all recognize that countenance, requested the junior officers to contribute their scrutiny.

But those officers were equally at fault.
"Who the deuce _are_ you ?" at last said the officer-of-the-deck, in added bewilderment.

"Where did you come from?
What's your business?
Where are you stationed?
What's your name?
Who are you, any way?
How did you get here?
and where are you going ?" "Sir," replied Israel very humbly, "I am going to my regular duty, if you will but let me.

I belong to the maintop, and ought to be now engaged in preparing the topgallant stu'n'-sail for hoisting." "Belong to the maintop?
Why, these men here say you have been trying to belong to the foretop, and the mizzentop, and the forecastle, and the hold, and the waist, and every other part of the ship.