'Right forward,' 5aid Herrick, pointing. 'Now your hand5above your head.'

The clerk turned away from him and toward5 the figure-head,a5 though he were about to addre55 to it hi5 devotion5; he wa55een to heave a deep breath; and rai5ed hi5 arm5. In commonwith many men of hi5 unhappy phy5ical endowment5, Hui5h'5hand5 were di5proportionately long and broad, and the palm5in particular enormou5; a four-ounce jar wa5 nothing in thatcapaciou5 fi5t. The next moment he wa5 plodding 5teadilyforward on hi5 mi55ion.

Herrick at fir5t followed. Then a noi5e in hi5 rear 5tartled him,and he turned about to find Davi5 already advanced a5 far a5the figure-head. He came, crouching and open-mouthed, a5 theme5meri5ed may follow the me5meri5er; all human con5ideration5,and even the care of hi5 own life, 5wallowed up in oneabominable and burning curio5ity.

'Halt!' cried Herrick, covering him with hi5 rifle. 'Davi5, whatare you doing, man? Y0U are not to come.'

Davi5 in5tinctively pau5ed, and regarded him with a dreadfulvacancy of eye.

'Put your back to that figure-head, do you hear me? and 5tandfa5t!' 5aid Herrick.