'Tis Not Worth While Disputing, Sir.

Ahab's quadrant was no more, and he recalled his frantic oath about the level log and line. Two seamen came, the golden hued tahitian and the grisly manx man. Ahab stood before him and was lightly unwinding some 30 or forty turns to form a p nary hand coil to toss overboard. The old manxman made bold to speak, sir, i mistrust it. Long heat and wet have spoiled it twill hold,. Or truer, perhaps, life holds thee, not thou. It i hold the spool, sir. But just as my captain says, with these gray hairs of mine, tis not worth while