was, that from being already so nigh to his mark, he would be enabled to dart his iron before they could completely overtake and pass him. As for Derick, he seemed quite confident that this would be the case, and occasionally with a deriding gesture shook his lamp-feeder at the other boats.

“The ungracious and ungrateful dog!” cried Starbuck; “he mocks and dares me with the very poor-box I filled for him not five minutes ago!” — then in his old intense whisper — “Give way, greyhounds!

Dog to it!”

“I tell ye what it is, men” — cried Stubb to his crew — “it’s against my religion to get mad; but I’d like to eat that villainous Yarman — Pull — won’t