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he came up the hatchway; joining with some considerable difficulty in the lieutenant's constitutional "quarter-deck walk." The reverend gentleman had not got his sea legs yet, and did not find it an easy matter to keep step, or indeed keep his footing sometimes. This was more especially the case when the ship heeled over every now and again before the force of the wind and then righted herself on an even keel without warning, throwing Mr Smythe off his balance and causing him to clutch frantically at _Joe's_ arm for support till he recovered his lost centre of gravity. The lieutenant's courtesy was put to a severe test in making him preserve _his_ gravity; albeit, he had an itching inclination to burst out into his jovial laugh at the reverend gentleman's ridiculous contortions and praiseworthy attempts to sustain a sort of disjointed conversation between the pauses of his grotesque sprawls and restoration to a more dignified attitude. As they were marching up and down the deck in this desultory way, describing the while a series of irregular ellipses, Six Bells was struck forwards, and the marine stationed by the taffrail at once shouted out in a high key, "Life-buoy!" "Dear me!" exclaimed Mr Smythe in a shrill tone of alarm, which his squeaky voice was well calculated to express, bringing up suddenly against one of the quarter boats which was swung inboard from the davits; and knocking his head violently against the bottom planking, through the ship lurching as he stopped. "What has happened--is anyone lost overboard?" "Oh, no," replied "Joe," laughing as usual. "It's only the jolly in charge of the life-buoy. He has to sing out every time the bell is struck to show that he's at his post, just as the sojers ashore on sentry-go cry `All's well!' to tell their sergeant they're not napping, that's all." "Ah!" ejaculated the chaplain with a feeble smile, putting his hand to his head as if in great pain from the blow he had received, "I see--ah, I see." "I hope you haven't hurt yourself," said "Joe," seeing that the other kept his white cambric handkerchief still tightly pressed to his forehead. "That was a rather nasty knock you got! Cut yourself, eh?" "I--I--don't quite know, you know," answered the reverend gentleman, removing the handkerchief after some hesitation and proceeding to examine it carefully as if fearing the worst; but, finding now no trace of blood on its snowy surface, he became r
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