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The oars were inboard, and there were but few men about the decks, for a good wind that was blowing from the southwest filled the silken sails and sent the vessel onward with a rush of snowy foam along her deep sides, and there was no work to be done save by the man who stood at the tiller.
Not till then did the officers return to the quarter-deck. All this time Ithuel and his companions in the yawl were left to their own reflections, which were anything but agreeable. Matters had been conducted so quietly inboard, however, that they possessed no clew to what had actually occurred; though Ghita, in particular, was full of forebodings and apprehensions.
With a fearful crash down it came on deck, inboard, killing one of the men at the wheel, which it much damaged, and severely injuring many others, while it encumbered the whole quarterdeck with its rigging, spars, and sails. They could hear the crew of the French ship cheer as they saw what had happened.
"Lay in, Simpson," I shouted to the quarter-master; "the ship is on fire!" The old fellow, with his arm raised in the act of striking at the jib- stay, turned, and, catching sight of the smoke, bundled inboard in a trice.
Lawford was quicker; but in getting his tackle inboard he was slow to obey Betty's command: "Let go that sheet! Want to swamp us, foolin' with that fancy fish rod?" "Aye, aye, skipper!" he sang out, laughing, and jumped to cast off the line in question just as the sail bulged taut as a drumhead with the striking squall.
Suppose, on the other hand, we failed to wipe out each other's teaching, the unfortunate youth would be launched upon life with half his guns pointed inboard and his needle jerking from one pole to the other. Consider the name, Jeremiah Tristram!" "It is heterogeneous," admitted the Doctor. "He would be called Tristram Jeremiah," Captain Barker put in. "Well, but that is not less heterogeneous.
There is no devil now. The devil’s dead. As for the old man, he looked over the bows watching the bubbles burst, but the devil never rose. Then he went to the fo’c’s’le scuttle and banged thereon with a hand-spike. “Rouse out, there, the port watch!” he called, “an’ get my dinghy inboard.”
She had surrendered; he had reached her level, only to die; and he thought this strange. Facing downward, head inboard now, and nearly horizontal, he was passing the cross-jack yard. Below him was the sea black and crisp, motionless as though carved in ebony.
With hooks and sinkers on our own lines aft, we tossed out, grappled, captured, and broke off nine of their lines. But the next time, so slow is the movement of so large a ship, the mutineers hauled all their lines safely inboard ere they towed aft within striking distance of my grapnels. Still I improved. As long as I kept the Elsinore before the wind they could not fish. I experimented.
Put your feet in the bight and hold on to the slack of the rope above your head and we'll hoist you up in regular man-of-war fashion. Now, my lads, pull baker, pull devil!" He spoke under his breath; and yet, I heard every word he said, not only to me, but to the others inboard, grouped behind him within the port.
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