Whereupon Jemmy put his pipe to his mouth, and after a long flourish, bawled out what appeared to Mr Vanslyperken to be--all hands to be _keel-hauled_; but Jemmy slurred over quickly the little change made in the order, and, although the men tittered, Mr Vanslyperken thought it better to say nothing. But there is an old saying, that you may bring a horse to the pond, but you cannot make him drink. Mr Vanslyperken had given the order, but no one attempted to commence the arrangements. The only person who showed any activity was Smallbones himself, who, not aware that he was to be punished, and hearing all hands piped for something or another, came shambling, a an wings, up the hatchway, and looked round to ascertain what was to be done. He was met by the bulky form of Corporal Van Spitter, who, thinking that Smallbones' making his appearance in such haste was with the intention of jumping overboard to avoid his punishment, immediately seized him by the collar with the left hand, turned round on a pivot towards Mr Vanslyperken, and raising his right hand to his foraging cap, reported, "The prisoner on deck, Mynheer Vanslyperken." This roused the lieutenant to action for he had been walking the deck for a half minute in deep thought. "Is all ready there, forward?" cried Mr Vanslyperken. No one replied. "I say, boatswain, is all ready?" "No, sir," replied Jemmy; "nobody knows how to set about it. I don't, any how--I never seed anything of the like since I've been in the service--the whole of the ship's company say the same." But even the flakes of snow, which now fell thick, and whitened the blue jacket of Mr Vanslyperken, could not assuage his wrath; he perceived that the men were refractory, so he summoned the six marines, who were completely under the control of their corporal. Poor Smallbones had, in the meantime, discovered what was going on, and thought that he might as well urge something in his own defence. "If you please, what are you going for to do with me?" said the lad, with a terrified look. "Lead him forward," said Mr Vanslyperken; "follow me, marines;" and the whole party, headed by the lieutenant, went before the mast. "Strip him," cried Mr Vanslyperken. "Strip me, with the snow flying like this! Ar'n't I cold enough already?" "You'll be colder when you're under the bottom of the cutter," replied his master. "O Lord, then it is keel-hauling a'ter all; why, what have I done?" cried Smallbones, as the marines divested him of his shirt, and exposed his emaciated body to the pitiless storm. "Where's Snarleyyow, sir?--confess." "Snarleyyow--how should I know, sir? it's very hard because your dog is not to be found, that I'm to be dragged under the bottom of a vessel." "I'll teach you to throw paving-stones in the canal."