"As soon as we are ready, the other two men in the Mate's watch will get up into the cranelines, and keep their flares going there. Take your paraffin tins with you. When we reach the upper topsail, Quoin and Jaskett will get out on the yard-arms, and show their flares there. Be careful to keep your lights away from the sails. Plummer and Jessop will come up with the Second Mate and myself. Does every man clearly understand?" "Yes, Sir," said the men in a chorus. A sudden idea seemed to occur to the Skipper, and he turned, and went through the doorway into the Saloon. In about a minute, he came back, and handed something to the Second Mate, that shone in the light from the lanterns. I saw that it was a revolver, and he held another in his other hand, and this I saw him put into his side pocket. The Second Mate held the pistol a moment, looking a bit doubtful. "I don't think, Sir--" he began. But the Skipper cut him short. "You don't know!" he said. "Put it in your pocket." Then he turned to the First Mate. "You will take charge of the deck, Mr. Grainge, while we're aloft," he said. "i, i, Sir," the Mate answered and sung out to one of his 'prentices to take the blue-light box back into the cabin. The Old Man turned and led the way forrard. As we went, the light from the two lanterns shone upon the decks, showing the litter of the t'gallant gear. The ropes were foul of one another in a regular "bunch o' buffers[1]." This had been caused, I suppose, by the crowd trampling over them in their excitement, when they reached the deck. And then, suddenly, as though the sight had waked me up to a more vivid comprehension, you know, it came to me new and fresh, how damned strange was the whole business... I got a little touch of despair, and asked myself what was going to be the end of all these beastly happenings. You can understand? [Footnote 1: Modified from the original.] Abruptly, I heard the Skipper shouting, away forward. He was singing out to Tammy to get up on to the house with his blue-light. We reached the fore rigging, and, the same instant, the strange, ghastly flare of Tammy's blue-light burst out into the night causing every rope, sail, and spar to jump out weirdly. I saw now that the Second Mate was already in the starboard rigging, with his lantern. He was shouting to Tammy to keep the drip from his light clear of the staysail, which was stowed upon the house. Then, from somewhere on the port side, I heard the Skipper shout to us to hurry. "Smartly now, you men," he was saying. "Smartly now." The man who had been told to take up a station in the fore-top, was just behind the Second Mate. Plummer was a couple of ratlines lower. I caught the Old Man's voice again. "Where's Jessop with that other lantern?" I heard him shout. "Here, Sir," I sung out. "Bring it over this side," he ordered. "You don't want the two lanterns on one side."