"Well, Cooper, how moosh you tink dis one he make?" inquired Manoel.
"About ninety barrels."
"Well, how moosh my part?"
"What's your lay?"
"Hun'n forty."
"Well, about two-thirds of a barrel."
"I s'pose you get 'bout two bar-r-r-eels. Diabo! you make too moosh mon-ee, Cooper."
"Got half a dozen mouths to feed," returned the cooper. "But that's nothing to do with turning in; my pipe's out, and I guess I'll turn flukes, for the old man will have us all out at daylight, and there'll be no cats but what catch mice to-morrow."
Following his example, the boys all dropped off to their bunks, till only the watch were left, and they were stretched round on the windlass, or wherever they could find quarters, for the deck was lumbered with casks, cutting-falls, hooks, toggils, and various gear necessary for securing the blubber from the whale.
The weather continued fine through the night, and at the first peep of daylight Captain Upton was out and stirring. "Who's got the watch here? Call all hands out, and overboard hook! I want that head off before breakfast. Clap on there, the watch, and haul out this starboard guy a little more! Whose overboard is it?"