He reached out, with an enticing growl of good fellowship, for Michael, who was now free on deck, and received in return a forbidding and crusty snarl.
"Guess we'll have to add him to our collection, eh, sir ?" Daughtry observed, sparing a moment to pat reassurance on the big puppy's head and being rewarded with a caressing lick on his hand from the puppy's blissful tongue.
No first-class ship's steward can exist without possessing a more than average measure of executive ability.

Dag Daughtry was a first-class ship's steward.

Placing the Ancient Mariner in a nook of safety, and setting Big John to unlashing the remaining boat and hooking on the falls, he sent Kwaque into the hold to fill kegs of water from the scant remnant of supply, and Ah Moy to clear out the food in the galley.
The starboard boat, cluttered with men, provisions, and property and being rapidly rowed away from the danger centre, which was the _Mary Turner_, was scarcely a hundred yards away, when the whale, missing the schooner clean, turned at full speed and close range, churning the water, and all but collided with the boat.

So near did she come that the rowers on the side next to her pulled in their oars.

The surge she raised, heeled the loaded boat gunwale under, so that a degree of water was shipped ere it righted.