"Room if you please, old Daddy Longyarn," quoth master Lanyard. And to the great dismay of poor Quacco, who little expected to have been so suddenly and unceremoniously swept aside, we all tumbled on deck as fast as our legs could carry us.
CHAPTER VI.
THE FETISH—CROSSING THE BAR, AND
DESTRUCTION OF THE SLAVER.
The first man we encountered was Clinker, the master-at-arms.
"Who has seen the frigate?" said Lanyard.
"Why, there she is, sir," replied the man. "There, you see her topgallant sails over the green bushes there, sir. Now you see the heads of her fore and maintopsails."
"I see, I see. What signal is that flying at the fore, Mr Marline?" to the midshipman who was looking out.
"The signal to close, sir."
"Close," croaked old Sprawl—"close—easier said than done, Sir Oliver."