The acuteness and the significance of the Captain’s eye as he cocked it in reply, no words short of those unutterable Chinese words before referred to could describe.
“Come!” said the Captain, unspeakably encouraged, “what do you say? Am I right or wrong?”
So much had the Captain expressed in his eye, emboldened and incited by Mr Carker’s smiling urbanity, that he felt himself in as fair a condition to put the question, as if he had expressed his sentiments with the utmost elaboration.
“Right,” said Mr Carker, “I have no doubt.”
“Out’ard bound with fair weather, then, I say,” cried Captain Cuttle.
Mr Carker smiled assent.
“Wind right astarn, and plenty of it,” pursued the Captain.
Mr Carker smiled assent again.
“Ay, ay!” said Captain Cuttle, greatly relieved and pleased. “I know’d how she headed, well enough; I told Wal”r so. Thank’ee, thank’ee.”
“Gay has brilliant prospects,” observed Mr Carker, stretching his mouth wider yet: “all the world before him.”