The captain looked at his mate.
“It was a thousand to one,” said he; “still we may as well try him with the other names. Ever heard of Cap’n Harris, mister?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Of Saunderson-stooard?”
“No.”
“Or Crookes-quartermaster.”
“Never.”
“Nor yet of Ready - a passenger?”
“No.”
“It’s no use goin’ on,” said the captain folding up the paper.
“None whatever, sir,” said the mate
“Ready! Ready!” I repeated. “I do seem to have heard that name before. Won’t you give me another chance ?”
less than thirty; the exact number no man will ever know. But we shoved off without mischance; the chief mate had the tiller; the third mate the boat-hook; and six or eight oars were at work, in a fashion, as we plunged among the great smooth sickening mounds and valleys of fathomless ink.
Scarcely