Now, lads, lower away the trysail as fast as you can.

Now, one of you, clear that hawser as they haul on it.

Now out with the anchors." These had been got into readiness; it was not thought that they would get any hold on the rocky bottom, still they might catch on a projecting ledge, and at any rate their weight and that of the chain cable would relieve the strain upon the hawser.
Two sailors had run out on the bowsprit of the wreck as soon as the line was thrown, and the end of the hawser was now on board the steamer.
"Thank God, there's Grantham!" Jack Harvey exclaimed; "do you see him waving his hand ?" "I see him," Tom said, "but I don't see the ladies." "They are there, no doubt," Jack said confidently; "crouching down, I expect.

He would not be there if they weren't, you may be sure.

Yes, there they are; those two muffled up figures.