The old man's hinted thought was true. Upon mustering the company, the Parsee was not there. "The Parsee!" cried Stubb--"he must have been caught in--" "The black vomit wrench thee!--run all of ye above, alow, cabin, forecastle--find him--not gone--not gone!" But quickly they returned to him with the tidings that the Parsee was nowhere to be found. "Aye, sir," said Stubb--"caught among the tangles of your line--I thought I saw him dragging under." "MY line! MY line? Gone?--gone? What means that little word?--What death-knell rings in it, that old Ahab shakes as if he were the belfry. The harpoon, too!--toss over the litter there,--d'ye see it?--the forged
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