And so, after a few words with the well-wrapped-up officer of the
watch, he went below to look after the companions of his voyage.

Judge Merlin and Mr. Brudenell, like all the other passengers, were
so ill as still to hate the sight of a human being. Leaving them in
the care of the stateroom steward, Ishmael went to see after his old
retainer. The professor was up, clothed, and in his right mind.

"You see I made an effort, Mr. Ishmael, sir, and a successful one,
so far as getting on my feet was concerned. When I woke up this
morning it occurred to me, like a reproach, that I had come with
you, sir, to wait on you and not to be waited on by you--which
latter arrangement was a sort of turning things topsy-turvy--"

"I ding sho doo," interrupted the German Jew, whose name was Isaacs.

"And so," continued the professor, "I made an effort to get up and
do my duty, and I find myself much better for it."

"I am glad you are well enough to be up, Morris, but indeed, you
need have suffered no twinges of conscience on my account," said
Ishmael, smiling.

"I know your kindness, sir, and that makes it more incumbent on me
to do my duty by you. Well, sir, I've been to your stateroom; but
finding you gone, and everything dancing a hornpipe there, I tried
to get up on deck to you, but there, sir, I failed. And, besides,
while I was doing my best, a stout old gentleman, a sea captain I
take him to be, blasted my eyes, and ordered me to go below and not
break my blamed neck. And so I did."