It was Franklin, the thick chief mate, who was addressing him with a watchful appraising stare of his prominent black eyes: "You'd better take a couple of these chaps with you and look out for her aft.

We are going to cast off." "Yes, sir," Powell said with proper alacrity; but for a moment they remained looking at each other fixedly.

Something like a faint smile altered the set of the chief mate's lips just before he moved off forward with his brisk step.
Mr.Powell, getting up on the poop, touched his cap to Captain Anthony, who was there alone.

He tells me that it was only then that he saw his captain for the first time.

The day before, in the shipping office, what with the bad light and his excitement at this berth obtained as if by a brusque and unscrupulous miracle, did not count.