It was Mr.
Franklin, the chief mate, with his head sunk between his shoulders, and melancholy eyes.

"Let the men have their breakfast, bo'sun," he went on, "and have the fire out in the galley in half an hour at the latest, so that we can call these barges of explosives alongside.

Come along, young man.

I don't know your name.

Haven't seen the captain, to speak to, since yesterday afternoon when he rushed off to pick up a second mate somewhere.