“What d’ye see?” cried Ahab, flattening his face to the sky.

“Nothing, nothing, sir!” was the sound hailing down in reply.

“T’gallant sails!—­stunsails! alow and aloft, and on both sides!”

All sail being set, he now cast loose the life-line, reserved for swaying him to the main royal-mast head; and in a few moments they were hoisting him thither, when, while but two-thirds of the way aloft, and while peering ahead through the horizontal vacancy between the main-top-sail and top-gallant-sail, he raised a gull-like cry in the air, “There she blows!—­there she blows!  A hump like a snow-hill!  It is Moby Dick!”

Fired by the cry which seemed simultaneously taken up by the three look-outs, the men on deck rushed to the rigging to behold the famous whale they had so long been pursuing.  Ahab had now gained his final perch, some feet above the other look-outs, Tashtego standing just beneath him on the cap of the top-gallant-mast, so that the Indian’s head was almost on a level with Ahab’s heel.  From this height the whale was now seen some mile or so ahead, at every roll of the sea revealing his high sparkling hump, and regularly jetting his silent spout into the air.  To the credulous mariners it seemed the same silent spout they had so long ago beheld in the moon-lit Atlantic and Indian Oceans.

“And did none of ye see it before?” cried Ahab, hailing the perched men all around him.

“I saw him almost that same instant, sir, that Captain Ahab did, and I cried out,” said Tashtego.

“Not the same instant; not the same—­no, the doubloon is mine, Fate reserved the doubloon for me.  I only; none of ye could have raised the White Whale first.  There she blows! there she blows!—­there she blows!  There again—­there again!” he cried, in long-drawn, lingering, methodic tones, attuned to the gradual prolongings of the whale’s visible jets.  “He’s going to sound!  In stunsails!  Down top-gallant-sails!  Stand by three boats.  Mr. Starbuck, remember, stay on board, and keep the ship.  Helm there!  Luff, luff a point!  So; steady, man, steady!  There go flukes!  No, no; only black water!  All ready the boats there?  Stand by, stand by!  Lower me, Mr. Starbuck; lower, lower,—­quick, quicker!” and he slid through the air to the deck.

“He is heading straight to leeward, sir,” cried Stubb, “right away from us; cannot have seen the ship yet.”

“Be dumb, man!  Stand by the braces!  Hard down the helm!—­brace up!  Shiver her!—­shiver her!  So; well that!  Boats, boats!”

Soon all the boats but Starbuck’s were dropped; all the boat-sails set—­all the paddles plying; with rippling swiftness, shooting to leeward; and Ahab heading the onset.  A pale, death-glimmer lit up Fedallah’s sunken eyes; a hideous motion gnawed his mouth.