"You will find me a good and considerate master, Mr. Saxby, if you do your duty with a will," he said in a kind tone. "I hope I shall, sir; I'll try to," answered the young man. On we went swimmingly, in the wake of the tug-boat; but this desirable tranquillity was ere long destined to be marred. On coming up from the state-room, as they called it, after regaling ourselves on a cold collation, the captain was pointing out to me something on shore, when one of the crew approached hastily, and touched his cap. I found it was the carpenter: a steady-looking man, who was fresh to the ship, having joined her half-an-hour before starting. "Beg pardon, sir," he began. "Might I ask you when this ship was pumped out last?" "Why, she is never pumped out," replied the captain. "Well, sir," returned the man, "it came into my head just now to sound her, and I find there's two feet of water in the hold." "Nonsense," said Jack: "you must be mistaken. Why, she has never made a cupful of water since she was built. We have to put water in her to keep her sweet." "Any way, sir, there's two feet o' water in her now." The captain looked at the man steadily for a moment, and then thought it might be as well to verify the assertion--or the contrary--himself, being a practical man. Taking the sounding-rod from the carpenter's hand, he wiped it dry with an old bag lying near, and then proceeded to sound the well. Quite true: there were two feet of water. No time lost he. Ordering the carpenter to rig the pumps, he called all hands to man them. For a quarter-of-an-hour, or twenty minutes, the pumps were worked without intermission; then the captain sounded, as before, doing it himself. There was no diminution of water--it stood at the same level as before pumping. Upon that, he and the carpenter went down into the hold, to listen along the ship's sides, and discover, if they could, where the water was coming in. Five minutes later, Jack was on deck again, his face grave. "It is coming in abreast of the main hatchway on the starboard side; we can hear it distinctly," he said to the pilot. "I must order the ship back again: I think it right to do so." And the broad pilot, who seemed a very taciturn pilot, made no demur to this, except a grunt. So the tug-boat was ordered to turn round and tow us back again. "Where's Mr. Pym?" cried the captain. "Mr. Pym!" "Mr. Pym's in the cabin, sir," said the steward, who chanced to be passing. "In the cabin!" echoed Jack, in an accent that seemed to imply the cabin was not Mr. Pym's proper place just then. "Send him to me, if you please, steward." "Yes, sir," replied the steward. But he did not obey with the readiness exacted on board ship. He hesitated, as if wanting to say something before turning away. No Pym came. Jack grew impatient, and called out an order or two. Young Saxby came up, touching his cap, according to rule. "Do you want me, sir?" "I want Mr. Pym. He is below. Ask him to come to me instantly."