to do boy’s work. Draw a bucket, Harvey. Oh, Penn, dump these in the gurry-butt ’fore you sleep. Kin you keep awake that long?”
Penn took up the heavy basket of fish-livers, emptied them into a cask with a hinged top lashed by the foc’sle; then he too dropped out of sight in the cabin.
“Boys clean up after dressin’ down an’ first watch in ca’am weather is boy’s watch on the We’re Here .”
Dan sluiced the pen energetically, unshipped the table, set it up to dry in the moonlight, ran the red knife-blades through a wad of oakum, and began to sharpen them on a tiny grindstone, as Harvey threw offal and backbones overboard under his direction.
At the first splash a silvery-white ghost rose bolt upright from the oily water and sighed a weird whistling sigh. Harvey started back with a shout, but Dan only laughed.
“Grampus,” said he. “Beggin’ fer fish-heads. They up‑eend the way when they’re hungry. Breath on him like the doleful tombs, hain’t he?”
A horrible stench of decayed fish filled the air as the pillar of white sank, and the water bubbled oilily.
“Hain’t ye never seen a grampus up‑eend before? You’ll see ’em by hundreds ’fore ye’re through. Say, it’s good to hev a boy aboard again. Otto was too old, an’ a Dutchy at that. Him an’ me we fought consid’ble. ’Wouldn’t ha’ keered fer that ef he’d hed a Christian tongue in his head. Sleepy?”
“Dead sleepy,” said Harvey, nodding forward.
“Mustn’t sleep on