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"
Quick
,
steward
!
"
cried
Ahab
.
"
Time
!
time
!
"
Dough-Boy
hurried
below
,
glanced
at
the
watch
,
and
reported
the
exact
minute
to
Ahab
.
The
ship
was
now
kept
away
from
the
wind
,
and
she
went
gently
rolling
before
it
.
Tashtego
reporting
that
the
whales
had
gone
down
heading
to
leeward
,
we
confidently
looked
to
see
them
again
directly
in
advance
of
our
bows
For
that
singular
craft
at
times
evinced
by
the
Sperm
Whale
when
,
sounding
with
his
head
in
one
direction
,
he
nevertheless
,
while
concealed
beneath
the
surface
,
mills
around
,
and
swiftly
swims
off
in
the
opposite
quarter
--
this
deceitfulness
of
his
could
not
now
be
in
action
;
for
there
was
no
reason
to
suppose
that
the
fish
seen
by
Tashtego
had
been
in
any
way
alarmed
,
or
indeed
knew
at
all
of
our
vicinity
.
One
of
the
men
selected
for
shipkeepers
--
that
is
,
those
not
appointed
to
the
boats
,
by
this
time
relieved
the
Indian
at
the
main-mast
head
.
The
sailors
at
the
fore
and
mizzen
had
come
down
;
the
line
tubs
were
fixed
in
their
places
;
the
cranes
were
thrust
out
;
the
mainyard
was
backed
,
and
the
three
boats
swung
over
the
sea
like
three
samphire
baskets
over
high
cliffs
.
Outside
of
the
bulwarks
their
eager
crews
with
one
hand
clung
to
the
rail
,
while
one
foot
was
expectantly
poised
on
the
gunwale
.
So
look
the
long
line
of
man-of-war
's
men
about
to
throw
themselves
on
board
an
enemy
's
ship
.
But
at
this
critical
instant
a
sudden
exclamation
was
heard
that
took
every
eye
from
the
whale
.
With
a
start
all
glared
at
dark
Ahab
,
who
was
surrounded
by
five
dusky
phantoms
that
seemed
fresh
formed
out
of
air
.
The
phantoms
,
for
so
they
then
seemed
,
were
flitting
on
the
other
side
of
the
deck
,
and
,
with
a
noiseless
celerity
,
were
casting
loose
the
tackles
and
bands
of
the
boat
which
swung
there
.
This
boat
had
always
been
deemed
one
of
the
spare
boats
,
though
technically
called
the
captain
's
,
on
account
of
its
hanging
from
the
starboard
quarter
.
The
figure
that
now
stood
by
its
bows
was
tall
and
swart
,
with
one
white
tooth
evilly
protruding
from
its
steel-like
lips
.
A
rumpled
Chinese
jacket
of
black
cotton
funereally
invested
him
,
with
wide
black
trowsers
of
the
same
dark
stuff
.
But
strangely
crowning
this
ebonness
was
a
glistening
white
plaited
turban
,
the
living
hair
braided
and
coiled
round
and
round
upon
his
head
.
Less
swart
in
aspect
,
the
companions
of
this
figure
were
of
that
vivid
,
tiger-yellow
complexion
peculiar
to
some
of
the
aboriginal
natives
of
the
Manillas
;
--
a
race
notorious
for
a
certain
diabolism
of
subtilty
,
and
by
some
honest
white
mariners
supposed
to
be
the
paid
spies
and
secret
confidential
agents
on
the
water
of
the
devil
,
their
lord
,
whose
counting-room
they
suppose
to
be
elsewhere
.
While
yet
the
wondering
ship
's
company
were
gazing
upon
these
strangers
,
Ahab
cried
out
to
the
white-turbaned
old
man
at
their
head
,
"
All
ready
there
,
Fedallah
?
"
"
Ready
,
"
was
the
half-hissed
reply
.
"
Lower
away
then
;
d'ye
hear
?
"
shouting
across
the
deck
.
"
Lower
away
there
,
I
say
.
"
Such
was
the
thunder
of
his
voice
,
that
spite
of
their
amazement
the
men
sprang
over
the
rail
;
the
sheaves
whirled
round
in
the
blocks
;
with
a
wallow
,
the
three
boats
dropped
into
the
sea
;
while
,
with
a
dexterous
,
off-handed
daring
,
unknown
in
any
other
vocation
,
the
sailors
,
goat-like
,
leaped
down
the
rolling
ship
's
side
into
the
tossed
boats
below
.
