“We youngsters knew that somebody else was needed in that boat, and that somebody was a midshipman with his side-arms; but not a boy of us said a word about it, and we were afraid even to catch the first lieutenant’s eye, lest he should be reminded that no young officer had, as usual, been ordered to go; but the order came at last.  When Moffitt asked the first lieutenant, ‘What officer, sir, shall I send in that boat?’ we scattered like a flock of birds, but all too late; for Mr. Bispham referred the matter to the commodore, who, with a twinkle in his eye, said, ’Who discovered the ghost, sir?’

“‘Midshipman Buckner reported him, sir,’ was the reply.

“‘Then,’ said the commodore, ’by priority of discovery he belongs to Mr. Buckner, who will take charge of the cutter and bring him on board.’

“I heard all this from my place behind the mizzen mast, and you may guess how glad I was not to have been selected; but a groan, a chattering of the teeth, a trembling and shaking of bones close by my side, caused me to look around, and there was poor Buck, with his priority honors thick upon him.

“‘Get your side-arms, sir,’ said Moffitt:  ’take charge of the cutter and carry out the commodore’s order.’

“‘Ay, ay, sir!’ said Buck, but oh with what a change in his voice!  As he buckled on his sword I could see what a struggle he was making to feel brave.  As he went over the gangway to get into the boat I caught his eye, and if you could have seen that forlorn look you would have pitied him; for there was old Sadler turning and turning in the water, looking first this way, and then the other, and, as Buck thought, just ready to hook on to him and carry him down among the dead men.

“It is no light matter to go up to a ghost, front face, full face, and look him in the eye; but what must it be when you have to go up to him backward, as that cutter’s crew had to do while pulling their oars, leaving only Buck and the cox-swain to face him?  They just couldn’t do it, and at every stroke they would suddenly slew around on their thwarts and look at the old fellow, who seemed to them as big as an elephant, and just ready to clap on to them, boat and all, as soon as they turned to give another stroke.  Poor fellows! they made but little headway, and what with catching crabs, fouling their oars, blasting old Sadler’s eyes, and denouncing him generally (one fellow fairly yelled outright when the bow oarsman accidentally touched him), they had a hard pull of it; but still they made some progress, and when Buck sang out, ‘Way enough,’ every oar flew inboard, every man faced suddenly around, and with this the cutter keeled over, and, her bow touching old Sadler on his shoulder, ducked him out of sight for a second, at which all hands shouted, thinking that he had gone for ever; but in a moment more up he popped, fresh as a lark, higher than ever before, and this time right abreast of the stern-sheets, where he bobbed and bowed to Buck, at which, with a yell of terror, all hands went overboard, and, floundering in the water, begged for mercy.  The cutter had some little headway, and this of course brought Sadler astern on the other quarter, and then there was a wild rush to get back into the boat, for fear the old fellow was doubling on them to make a grab.