Aye! and all splintered to pieces, Stubb! — d'ye see it. — But even with a broken bone, old Ahab is untouched; and I account no living bone of mine one jot more me, than this dead one that's lost. Nor white whale, nor man, nor fiend, can so much as graze old Ahab in his own proper and inaccessible being. Can any lead touch yonder floor, any mast scrape yonder roof? — Aloft there! which way?
Dead to leeward, sir.
Up helm, then; pile on the sail again, ship keepers! down the rest of the spare boats and rig them — Mr. Starbuck away, and muster the boat's crews.
Let me first help thee towards the bulwarks, sir.
Oh, oh, oh! how this splinter gores me now! Accursed fate! that the unconquerable captain in the soul should have such a craven mate!
My body, man, not thee. Give me something for a cane — there, that shivered lance will do. Muster the men. Surely I have not seen him yet. By heaven it cannot be! — missing? — quick! call them all.
The old man's hinted thought was true. Upon mustering the company, the Parsee was not there.