the devil fetch that harpooneer, thought i, but stop, couldn’t i steal a march on him—bolt his door inside, and jump into his bed, not to be wakened by the most violent knockings? it seemed no bad idea; but upon second thoughts i dismissed it. for who could tell but what the next morning, so soon as i popped out of the room, the harpooneer might be standing in the entry, all ready to knock me down!