There were but few sailors in the waist.

The officers would be on the poop, and such of the crew as were not required on duty in the forecastle.

Man after man joined him, until some thirty were gathered near the bulwarks.

An officer on the poop caught sight of them by the light of the lantern, which was suspended there as a signal to the other vessels.
"What are all you men doing down there ?" he challenged.

"There is no occasion for you to keep on deck until you are summoned." "Do you move forward with the men here, Parucchi.