“Nothing,” I said.  “Nothing at all.  We just made a mouthful apiece of it, and came down again.”

“All the same,” remarked the second man, “I don’t fancy goin’ upstairs, after what’s happened.”

“Well,” I replied.  “It’s not a matter of fancy.  We’ve got to get the sail off her, or there’ll be a mess.  One of the ’prentices told me the glass is falling.”

“Come erlong, boys.  We’ve got ter du it,” said one of the older men, rising from a chest, at this point.  “What’s it duin’ outside, mate?”

“Raining,” I said.  “You’ll want your oilskins.”

I hesitated a moment before going on deck again.  From the bunk forrard among the shadows, I had seemed to hear a faint moan.

“Poor beggar!” I thought to myself.

Then the old chap who had last spoken, broke in upon my attention.

“It’s awl right, mate!” he said, rather testily.  “Yer needn’t wait.  We’ll be out in er minit.”

“That’s all right.  I wasn’t thinking about you lot,” I replied, and walked forrard to Jacobs’s bunk.  Some time before, he had rigged up a pair of curtains, cut out of an old sack, to keep off the draught.  These, some one had drawn, so that I had to pull them aside to see him.  He was lying on his back, breathing in a queer, jerky fashion.  I could not see his face, plainly; but it seemed rather pale, in the half-light.

“Jacobs,” I said.  “Jacobs, how do you feel now?” but he made no sign to show that he had heard me.  And so, after a few moments, I drew the curtains to again, and left him.

“What like does ’e seem?” asked one of the fellows, as I went towards the door.

“Bad,” I said.  “Damn bad!  I think the Steward ought to be told to come and have a look at him.  I’ll mention it to the Second when I get a chance.”

I stepped out on deck, and ran aft again to give them a hand with the sail.  We got it hauled up, and then went forrard to the fore t’gallant.  And, a minute later, the other watch were out, and, with the Mate, were busy at the main.

By the time the main was ready for making fast, we had the fore hauled up, so that now all three t’gallants were in the ropes, and ready for stowing.  Then came the order: 

“Up aloft and furl!”

“Up with you, lads,” the Second Mate said.  “Don’t let’s have any hanging back this time.”

Away aft by the main, the men in the Mate’s watch seemed to be standing in a clump by the mast; but it was too dark to see clearly.  I heard the Mate start to curse; then there came a growl, and he shut up.

“Be handy, men! be handy!” the Second Mate sung out.

At that, Stubbins jumped into the rigging.

“Come hon!” he shouted.  “We’ll have ther bloomin’ sail fast, an’ down hon deck again before they’re started.”

Plummer followed; then Jaskett, I, and Quoin who had been called down off the look-out to give a hand.