So they did that, too, and wondered what the old man meant.
"Very well that," cries the old man. "Now get below all hands! Chips, on to the fo'c's'le head with you and stand by! I'll keep the deck, Mr. Mate! Very well that."
So all hands tumbled down below; Chips took a fill o' baccy to leeward of the capstan, and the old man walked the weather-poop looking for a sign of hell-fire.
It was still dead calm—but presently, towards six bells, he raised a black cloud away to leeward, and saw the glimmer of the lightning in it; only the flashes were too red, and came too quick.
"Now," says he to himself, "stand by."
Very soon that black cloud worked up to windward, right alongside, and there came a red flash, and a strong sulphurous smell, and then a loud peal of thunder as the devil steps aboard.
"Mornin', cap'n," says he.
"Mornin', Mr. Devil," says the old man, "and what in blazes do you want aboard my ship?"
"Why, Captain," said the devil, "I've come for the soul of one of your hands as per signed agree-
