There he blows!" was the response.
A light breeze was blowing, and the ship was bowling off four knots, with her port tacks aboard.

There was no one on board more elated at the prospect than the sturdy old captain.

Seizing his glass he looked for a moment in the direction indicated.
"There he is!" he exclaimed, lowering his glass.

"Clear away the boats and bear away for him, my hearties." The lashings were cast away, the davit-tackle falls overhauled, and a larboard and starboard boat was launched and manned, and in a few minutes they were dashing over the waves, the men pulling that steady, strong, and even stroke which gives such propelling force to the whaleman's oar.

The men on board cheered, and their cheers seemed to quicken the action of the boatmen.