'A bath of stars,' he was thinking; when a hand was laid at last on his shoulder.
'Herrick,' said the captain, 'I've been walking off my trouble.' A sharp jar passed through the young man, but he neither answered nor so much as turned his head.
'I guess I spoke a little rough to you on shore,' pursued the captain; 'the fact is, I was real mad; but now it's over, and you and me have to turn to and think.' 'I will NOT think,' said Herrick.
'Here, old man!' said Davis, kindly; 'this won't fight, you know! You've got to brace up and help me get things straight.

You're not going back on a friend?
That's not like you, Herrick!' 'O yes, it is,' said Herrick.
'Come, come!' said the captain, and paused as if quite at a loss.

'Look here,' he cried, 'you have a glass of champagne.

I won't touch it, so that'll show you if I'm in earnest.

But it's just the pick-me-up for you; it'll put an edge on you at once.' 'O, you leave me alone!' said Herrick, and turned away.
The captain caught him by the sleeve; and he shook him off and turned on him, for the moment, like a demoniac.
'Go to hell in your own way!' he cried.
And he turned away again, this time unchecked, and stepped forward to where the boat rocked alongside and ground occasionally against the schooner.