— cried a voice from the air.

“How heading when last seen?”

“As before, sir, — straight to leeward.”

“Good! He will travel slower now ’tis night. Down royals and top-gallant stun-sails, Mr. Starbuck. We must not run over him before morning; he’s making a passage now, and may heave-to a while.

Helm there! Keep her full before the wind! — Aloft! Come down! — Mr. Stubb, send a fresh hand to the fore-mast head, and see it manned till morning.” — Then advancing towards the doubloon in the main-mast — “Men, this gold is mine, for I earned it; but I shall let it abide here till the White Whale is dead; and then, whosoever of ye first raises him, upon the day he shall be killed, this gold is that man’s;