still, looking round me again, and seeing no possible chance of spending a sufferable night unless in some other person’s bed, i began to think that after all i might be cherishing unwarrantable prejudices against this unknown harpooneer. thinks i, i’ll wait awhile; he must be dropping in before long. i’ll have a good look at him then, and perhaps we may become jolly good bedfellows after all—there’s no telling.