The Second Mate twisted his head round, and stared at him a moment, in astonishment. Then he opened his mouth. "No, Sir; I don't think--" he began. "That's sufficient, Mr. Tulipson," the Old Man interrupted. "I've made up my mind." He turned to the First Mate, who had stood by without a word. "Mr. Grainge," he said. "Take a couple of the 'prentices down with you, and pass out a box of blue-lights and some flare-ups." The Mate answered something, and hurried away into the Saloon, with the two 'prentices in his watch. Then the Old Man spoke to the men. "Now, men!" he began. "This is no time for dilly-dallying. The Second Mate and I will go aloft, and I want about half a dozen of you to come along with us, and carry lights. Plummer and Jessop here, have volunteered. I want four or five more of you. Step out now, some of you!" There was no hesitation whatever, now; and the first man to come forward was Quoin. After him followed three of the Mate's crowd, and then old Jaskett. "That will do; that will do," said the Old Man. He turned to the Second Mate. "Has Mr. Grainge come with those lights yet?" he asked, with a certain irritability. "Here, Sir," said the First Mate's voice, behind him in the Saloon doorway. He had the box of blue-lights in his hands, and behind him, came the two boys carrying the flares. The Skipper took the box from him, with a quick gesture, and opened it. "Now, one of you men, come here," he ordered. One of the men in the Mate's watch ran to him. He took several of the lights from the box, and handed them to the man. "See here," he said. "When we go aloft, you get into the foretop, and keep one of these going all the time, do you hear?" "Yes, Sir," replied the man. "You know how to strike them?" the Skipper asked, abruptly. "Yes, Sir," he answered. The Skipper sung out to the Second Mate: "Where's that boy of yours--Tammy, Mr. Tulipson?" "Here, Sir," said Tammy, answering for himself. The Old Man took another light from the box. "Listen to me, boy!" he said. "Take this, and stand-by on the forrard deck house. When we go aloft, you must give us a light until the man gets his going in the top. You understand?" "Yes, Sir," answered Tammy, and took the light. "One minute!" said the Old Man, and stooped and took a second light from the box. "Your first light may go out before we're ready. You'd better have another, in case it does." Tammy took the second light, and moved away. "Those flares all ready for lighting there, Mr. Grainge?" the Captain asked. "All ready, Sir," replied the Mate. The Old Man pushed one of the blue-lights into his coat pocket, and stood upright. "Very well," he said. "Give each of the men one apiece. And just see that they all have matches." He spoke to the men particularly: