The Harpooner's Bedfellows

"The devil fetch that harpooner," thought i but stop. Couldn't i steal a march on him, bolt his door inside and jump into his bed? But upon second thoughts, i dismissed it, for who could tell, but what the next morning? 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."