‘I seek a passage in this ship to Tarshish; how soon sail ye, sir?’ Thus far the busy Captain had not looked up to Jonah, though the man now stands before him; but no sooner does he hear that hollow voice, than he darts a scrutinizing glance. ‘We sail with the next coming tide,’ at last he slowly answered, still intently eyeing him. ‘No sooner, sir?’ — ‘Soon enough for any honest man that goes a passenger.’ Ha!

Jonah, that’s another stab. But he swiftly calls away the Captain from that scent. ‘I’ll sail with ye,’ — he says, — ‘the passage money how much is that? — I’ll pay now.’ For it is particularly written, shipmates, as if it were a thing not to be overlooked in this history, ‘that he paid the fare