And had you watched Ahab's face that night, you would have thought in him two different things were warring. While his one live leg made lively echoes along the deck, every stroke of his second limb sounded like a coffin tap. His rivals ship so swiftly sped like an arrow with eager glances shot through the air. Every sailor swore he saw that boat rise and fly not once but a second time again.
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