Soon it became black night.
The sea shone like mountain snow-fields, and the showers of snow and spray rather waxed than waned.
Isaac had just taken in the fifth clew also when one of the planks amidships gave way, so that the sea foamed in, and the parson of Brönö and the crew leaped upon the upper deck, and bawled out that the boat was going down.
"I don't think she'll founder this voyage," said Isaac; and he remained sitting where he was at the rudder.
But as the moon peeped forth from behind a hail-shower, they saw that a strange foremastman was standing in the scuppers, and baling the water out of the boat as fast as it poured in.
"I didn't know that I had hired that fellow yonder," said the parson of Brönö; "he seems to me to be baling with a sea-boot; and it also seems to me as if he had neither breeches nor skin upon his legs, and the upper part of him is neither more nor less than an empty fluttering leather jacket."
"Parson has seen him before, I think," said Isaac.
Then the parson of Brönö grew angry.
"By virtue of my sacred office," said he, "I adjure him to depart from amidships."
"Na, na!" answered Isaac; "and can parson also answer for the plank that has burst?"