Having settled the point so far, Mr Vanslyperken then proceeded to debate in his own mind, whether he should flog Jemmy in harbour, or after he had sailed; and feeling that if there was any serious disturbance on part of the men, they might quit the vessel if in harbour, he decided that he would wait until he had them in blue water.  His thoughts then reverted to the widow, and, as he turned and turned again, he clenched his fists in his great-coat pockets, and was heard by those near him to grind his teeth.

In the meantime, the news had been imparted by the marine, who came up into the galley for more warm water, that the dog had had one of his eyes put out, and it was strange the satisfaction which this intelligence appeared to give to the ship’s company.  It was passed round like wildfire, and, when communicated, a beam of pleasure was soon apparent throughout the whole cutter, and for this simple reason, that the accident removed the fear arising from the supposition of the dog being supernatural, for the men argued, and with some reason, that if you could put out his eye, you could kill him altogether; for if you could destroy a part, you could destroy the whole.  No one ever heard of the devil’s eye being put out—­ergo, the dog could not be a devil, or one of his imps:  so argued a knot of the men in conclave, and Jansen wound up by observing, “Dat de tog was only a tog after all.”

Vanslyperken returned to his cabin and stated his intentions to his factotum and confidant, Corporal Van Spitter.  Now, in this instance, the corporal did not adhere to that secrecy to which he was bound, and the only reason we can give is, that he had as great a dislike to Jemmy Ducks as his lieutenant—­for the corporal obeyed orders so exactly, that he considered it his duty not to have even an opinion or a feeling contrary to those of his superior officer.  He was delighted at the idea of flogging Jemmy, and communicated the lieutenant’s intention to the most favoured of his marines, who also told the secret to another, and thus in five minutes, it was known throughout the cutter, that as soon as they were in blue water, the little boatswain was to be tied up for having damned the admiral in a snow-storm.  The consequence was, as the evening was clear, that there was a very numerous assemblage upon the forecastle of the cutter Yungfrau.

“Flog Jemmy,” said Bill Spurey.  “Why, Jemmy’s a hofficer.”

“To be sure he is,” observed another; “and quite as good a one as Vanslyperken himself, though he don’t wear brass on his hat.”

“D—­n it—­what next—­heh, Coble?”

Coble hitched up his trousers.  “It’s my opinion he’ll be for flogging us next, Short,” said the old man.

“Yes,” replied Short.

“Shall we allow Jemmy to be flogged?”

“No,” replied Short.

“If it warn’t for them ’ere marines, and the lumpy beggar of a corporal,” observed one of the seamen.