The Man's Handspike

Ahab's glance was averted like a blighted fruit tree. He shook and cast his last cindered apple to the soil. The mate had stolen away. Ahab crossed the deck to gaze over on the other side, but started at two reflected fixed eyes in the water. There, fedala was motionlessly leaning over the same rail. Man, who is to doom when the judge himself is dragged to the bar?