Then, lamenting the maiden's fate at being deprived of his ode, he went gallantly forward.
"There goes a brave man in the garb of a fool," said Ludar.

"Humphrey, in this wind, the maiden will be hard put to it to keep her post on the poop.

'Twould help her to lash her to her helm.

Will you go and do it ?" "That task belongs to the Captain," said I.

"She will suffer it from you." He smiled at me grimly and went astern.