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"I'll talk about that after the anchor's down," returned Wicks, and he drew Carthew forward. "I say," he whispered, "here's a fortune." "How much do you call that?" asked Carthew. "I can't put a figure on it yet I daren't!" said the captain. "We might cruise twenty years and not find the match of it. And suppose another ship came in to-night? Everything's possible!
"Ay, ay," muttered the chief mate, as they rolled out of then-boats and swaggered on deck, "it's your turn now, but it will be mine before long. Yaw about while you may, my hearties, I'll do the yawing after the anchor's up." Several of the sailors were very drunk, and one of them was lifted on board insensible by his landlord, who carried him down below and dumped him into a bunk.
No sooner was the last dog on board than we set about putting all visitors ashore, and then the motor began working the windlass under the forecastle. "The anchor's up!" Full speed ahead, and the voyage towards our goal, 16,000 miles away, was begun. Quietly and unobserved we went out of the fjord at dusk; a few of our friends accompanied us out.
"Jack dances and sings, and is always content, In his vows to his lass he'll ne'er fail her; His anchor's atrip when his money's all spent, And this is the life of a sailor." But poor Landless danced quite as often at the gangway, under the lash, as in the sailor dance-houses ashore.
But Herrick, turning swiftly towards his companion, bent him down with the eager cry: 'Let's up anchor, captain, and to sea! 'Where to, my son? said the captain. 'Up anchor's easy saying. But where to? 'To sea, responded Herrick. 'The sea's big enough! To sea away from this dreadful island and that, oh! that sinister man! 'Oh, we'll see about that, said Davis.
And, nearly all through the night, just outside my cabin, two or three of the seamen sit talking together in gruff undertones. I don't think I slept much during my first night on board. I was lying semi-conscious, when a loud voice outside woke me up in an instant "The anchor's up! she's away!" I jumped up, and, looking out of my little cabin window, peered out into the grey dawn.
Griffiths cried. "The anchor's out." The muzzle of the rifle, four feet away, was bearing directly on him, when Grief resolved to act. The rifle wavered as Griffiths kept his balance in the uncertain puffs of the first of the wind. Grief took advantage of the wavering, made as if to sign the paper, and at the same instant, like a cat, exploded into swift and intricate action.
The whaleboat was then cut adrift, the upper topsails and the spanker set, the yards braced up, and the spanker sheet hauled out to starboard. "Heave away on your anchor, Mr. Carthew." "Anchor's gone, sir." "Set jibs." It was done, and the brig still hung enchanted. Wicks, his head full of a schooner's mainsail, turned his mind to the spanker.
I can't get at her starboard side, that's down in the mud, and I cal'late she'd leak like a skimmer. She's only got a fores'l and a jib, and the jib's only a little one that used to belong to a thirty-foot sloop. Her anchor's gone, and I wouldn't trust her main topmast to carry anything bigger'n a handkerchief, nor that in a breeze no more powerful than a canary bird's breath.
"Why, master, I'll tell you after my own fashion," replied old Tom, smiling; and then singing, as he held the Dominie by the button of his spencer "Now to her berth the craft draws nigh, With slacken'd sail, she feels the tide; `Stand clear the cable! is the cry The anchor's gone, we safely ride. "And now, master, we'll bail out the lobscouse.
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