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The
devil
fetch
that
harpooneer
,
thought
I
,
but
stop
,
could
n't
I
steal
a
march
on
him
--
bolt
his
door
inside
,
and
jump
into
his
bed
,
not
to
be
wakened
by
the
most
violent
knockings
?
It
seemed
no
bad
idea
but
upon
second
thoughts
I
dismissed
it
.
For
who
could
tell
but
what
the
next
morning
,
so
soon
as
I
popped
out
of
the
room
,
the
harpooneer
might
be
standing
in
the
entry
,
all
ready
to
knock
me
down
!
Still
looking
round
me
again
,
and
seeing
no
possible
chance
of
spending
a
sufferable
night
unless
in
some
other
person
's
bed
,
I
began
to
think
that
after
all
I
might
be
cherishing
unwarrantable
prejudices
against
this
unknown
harpooneer
.
Thinks
I
,
I
'll
wait
awhile
;
he
must
be
dropping
in
before
long
.
I
'll
have
a
good
look
at
him
then
,
and
perhaps
we
may
become
jolly
good
bedfellows
after
all
--
there
's
no
telling
.
But
though
the
other
boarders
kept
coming
in
by
ones
,
twos
,
and
threes
,
and
going
to
bed
,
yet
no
sign
of
my
harpooneer
.
"
Landlord
!
said
I
,
"
what
sort
of
a
chap
is
he
--
does
he
always
keep
such
late
hours
?
"
It
was
now
hard
upon
twelve
o'clock
.
The
landlord
chuckled
again
with
his
lean
chuckle
,
and
seemed
to
be
mightily
tickled
at
something
beyond
my
comprehension
.
"
No
,
"
he
answered
,
"
generally
he
's
an
early
bird
--
airley
to
bed
and
airley
to
rise
--
yea
,
he
's
the
bird
what
catches
the
worm
.
But
to-night
he
went
out
a
peddling
,
you
see
,
and
I
do
n't
see
what
on
airth
keeps
him
so
late
,
unless
,
may
be
,
he
ca
n't
sell
his
head
.
"
"
Ca
n't
sell
his
head
?
--
What
sort
of
a
bamboozingly
story
is
this
you
are
telling
me
?
"
getting
into
a
towering
rage
.
"
Do
you
pretend
to
say
,
landlord
,
that
this
harpooneer
is
actually
engaged
this
blessed
Saturday
night
,
or
rather
Sunday
morning
,
in
peddling
his
head
around
this
town
?
"
"
That
's
precisely
it
,
"
said
the
landlord
,
"
and
I
told
him
he
could
n't
sell
it
here
,
the
market
's
overstocked
.
"
"
With
what
?
"
shouted
I.
"
With
heads
to
be
sure
;
ai
n't
there
too
many
heads
in
the
world
?
"
