eight o'clock in the morning
The man who called us said that the little squarehead -- the lad Swope had manhandled -- had again fallen afoul the masters . The hurts Swope had inflicted prevented the boy moving about as quickly as Mister Fitzgibbon desired , so the bucko had laid him out and walked upon him during the mid-watch . When he was through , the lad had crawled on his hands and knees into the foc ` sle , and collapsed . By eight o'clock in the morning , when the starboard watch went below again , we found the poor chap daft , and babbling , and on fire with fever . The mate gave up his efforts to arouse him , and admitted to Lynch that `` the damn little stock fish is a bit off color . Needs a dose o ' black draught . '' After breakfast , Newman and I stepped into the port foc ` sle .