“The man,” said the next on watch, taking his mitts from the line above the stove--“the man that’d talk about hot Turkish baths on a night like this to sea-- Turkish baths, and, Lord in heaven, two good long hours up there----” He halted to take a sniff up the companion-way. “Two hours--what ought to be done with the like o’ him?” The man by the stove, who a while before had vanquished the lad in the peak, took his pipe long enough from his mouth to observe, “And for four years now, to my knowledge, he’s been tryin’ to tell how hot ’twas in that Turkish bath.” “Hit him with a gob-stick,” suggested the cook--“or this rolling-pin.” He was flattening out pie-crust. “A gob-stick or a rolling-pin,” said the next on watch, “is too good for him. Here, take this,” and passed the cook’s hatchet along the lockers. The opening and closing of the hatch after the watch had gone on deck admitted a blast of air that made the man in the bunk nearest the steps draw up his legs. The flame in the lamp flared, whereat the original inquirer got up to set the lamp chimney more firmly over the base of the burner, and before he sat down put the question again. How did Martin feel when he thought he was sure enough going. “The last fifteen or twenty minutes or so I bet you did some thinkin’--didn’t you, Martin?” “A little,” admitted Martin, and with a long arm gaffed another potato. “Toward the end of it the sea did begin to take on a gray look that I know now was grayer than any mortal sea ever could’ve been.” “And what were you thinkin’ of then, Martin?” “What was I thinking of? What-- Lord, but these apple dumplings are great stuff, aren’t they? You don’t want to let any of those dumplings get past you, Johnnie. Never mind how used-up you feel, come out of your bunk and try ’em. Five or six good plump dumplings inside of you and you’ll forget you ever saw a dory.” “He’s asleep, Martin.” “Is he? Well, maybe ’tis just as well. ’Twas a hard drag for poor John to-day. What was I thinking of? you asked me. Well, I’ll tell you what I was thinking of. You know what store I set by a good razor. I’d go a hundred mile for a good razor--a _good_ razor--any time. You all know that, don’t you?” “Yes--yes----” “Well, this last time out I brought aboard as fine a looking razor as ever a man laid against his face. Oh, I saw you all eying it the last time I took it out. Don’t pretend-- I know you. It’s right there in my diddy-box, and before I turn in to-night it’s a good scrape I’m going to give myself with it--yes. Well, when Johnnie’d said ‘Good-by, Martin’--said it for the second time--‘Good-by, Martin, don’t mind me any more, look out for yourself’--said that, and I’d said, ‘Hold on a little longer’ to him for about the tenth time--well, about that time, when I did begin to think we were sure enough going--with it coming on dark and no sign of the vessel in sight--then it was I couldn’t help wondering who in hell aboard the vessel was going to get that razor.”