"It's very queer.

Stop, Stubb; somehow, now, I don't well know whether to go back and strike him, or--what's that ?--down here on my knees and pray for him?
Yes, that was the thought coming up in me; but it would be the first time I ever DID pray.

It's queer; very queer; and he's queer too; aye, take him fore and aft, he's about the queerest old man Stubb ever sailed with.

How he flashed at me!--his eyes like powder-pans! is he mad?
Anyway there's something on his mind, as sure as there must be something on a deck when it cracks.

He aint in his bed now, either, more than three hours out of the twenty-four; and he don't sleep then.