Malaysia and the Pequod

The pequod pressed after them, the harpooners handling their weapons and loudly cheering from the heads of their yet suspended boats. Ahab quickly revolved in his pivot hole, crying aloft there and rig whips and buckets to wet the sails. Malays sir and after us, as if too long, lurking behind the headlands till the pequod should fairly have entered the straits. These rascally asiatics were now in hot pursuit to make up for their over cautious delay. But when the swift pequod, with a fresh leading wind, was herself in hot chase, how very kind would these tawny philanthropists be to assist her on to her