"God help us!" I muttered.
The Second Mate, after a look round, turned down the wick of the lamp, and came out, closing the door after him.
"Now, you men," he said to the Mate's watch, "get forrard; we can't do anything more. You'd better go and get some sleep."
"i, i, Sir," they said, in a chorus.
Then, as we all turned to go forrard, he asked if anyone had relieved the look-out.
"No, sir," answered Quoin.
"Is it yours?" the Second asked.
"Yes, Sir," he replied.
"Hurry up and relieve him then," the Second said.
"i, i, Sir," the man answered, and went forrard with the rest of us.