"drink and pass!" he cried, handing the heavy charged flagon to the nearest seaman. "the crew alone now drink. round with it, round! short draughts—long swallows, men; ’tis hot as satan’s hoof. so, so; it goes round excellently. it spiralizes in ye; forks out at the serpent-snapping eye. well done; almost drained. that way it went, this way it comes. hand it me—here’s a hollow! men, ye seem the years; so brimming life is gulped and gone. steward, refill!