the afternoon I had seen his lean knees totter under the captain’s fire. Now, at midnight - the exact time by my watch - it was as if his shrunken limbs had expanded in his clothes; he seemed hardly to know his own flushed face, as he caught sight of it in my mirror.
“By Jove!” said he, “this has put me in a fine old fever; but I don’t know when I felt in better fettle. If only they get it under! I’ve not looked like this all the voyage.”
And he admired himself while I dressed in hot haste: a
our bluff old man, and it is not the spirit of contrariety alone which makes me invariably take his part. Coarse he may be, and not one whom the owners would have chosen to command the Lady Jermyn; a good seaman none the less, who brought us round the Horn in foul weather without losing stitch or stick.