And still the voluble and incoherent stream of prayer continued unabated.

It was not possible for him to overhear the suppliant's petitions, which he listened to some while in a very mingled mood of humour and pity: and it was only when his own name began to occur and to be conjoined with epithets, that he at last laid his hand on the captain's shoulder.
'Sorry to interrupt the exercise,' said he; 'but I want you to look at the Farallone.' The captain scrambled to his feet, and stood gasping and staring.

'Mr Herrick, don't startle a man like that!' he said.

'I don't seem someways rightly myself since...' he broke off.

'What did you say anyway?
O, the Farallone,' and he looked languidly out.
'Yes,' said Herrick.