Now let us lend a hand to get the mainsail stowed." Ten minutes' work and it was securely fastened and its cover on; two reefs were put in the trysail.

Two hands went to each of the halliards, while, as the sail rose, Tom Virtue fastened the toggles round the mast.
"All ready, Watkins ?" "All ready, sir." "Slack off the weather foresheet, then, and haul aft the leeward.

Slack out the mizzen sheet a little, Jack.

That's it; now she's off again, like a duck." The Seabird felt the relief from the pressure of the heavy boom to leeward and rose easily and lightly over the waves.
"She certainly is a splendid seaboat, Tom; I don't wonder you are ready to go anywhere in her.

I thought we were rather fools for starting this morning, although I enjoy a good blow; but now I don't care how hard it comes on." By night it was blowing a downright gale.
"We will lie to till morning, Watkins.