Always, as a savage returns to a dark glen where goblins are and gods may be, so do I return to the contemplation of woman.
Mr.Pike's voice interrupted my musings.

From for'ard, on the main deck, I heard him snarl: "On the main-topsail-yard, there!--if you cut that gasket I'll split your damned skull!" Again he called, with a marked change of voice, and the Henry he called to I concluded was the training-ship boy.
"You, Henry, main-skysail-yard, there!" he cried.

"Don't make those gaskets up! Fetch 'em in along the yard and make fast to the tye!" Thus routed from my reverie, I decided to go below to bed.

As my hand went out to the knob of the chart-house door again the mate's voice rang out: "Come on, you gentlemen's sons in disguise! Wake up! Lively now!".