apathy or sleep.

At the gangway at which the canoe had approached now
stood the individual already introduced to our readers
as Jack Fuller. The same superstitious terror that caused
his flight had once more attracted him to the spot where
the subject of his alarm first appeared to him; and,
without seeming to reflect that the vessel, in her slow
but certain progress, had left all vestige of the mysterious
visitant behind, he continued gazing over the bulwarks
on the dark waters, as if he expected at each moment to
find his sight stricken by the same appalling vision. It
was at the moment when he had worked up his naturally
dull imagination to its highest perception of the
supernatural, that he was joined by the rugged boatswain,
who had passed the greater part of the night in pacing
up and down the decks, watching the aspect of the heavens,
and occasionally tauting a rope or squaring a light yard,
unassisted, as the fluttering of the canvass in the wind
rendered the alteration necessary.

"Well, Jack!" bluntly observed the latter in a gruff
whisper that resembled the suppressed growling of a
mastiff, "what the hell are ye thinking of now?--Not got
over your flumbustification yet, that ye stand here,
looking as sanctified as an old parson!"

"I'll tell ye what it is, Mr. Mullins," returned the
sailor, in the same key; "you may make as much game on
me as you like; but these here strange sort of doings