"Else a wave may smash the gig." Bob did so.

Mr.Tarbill was shivering too much with fear to be of any help.

A few seconds later the two sailors who had lowered the boat at the captain's orders leaped into the gig as a wave lifted it close to the _Eagle's_ rail.

Then the commander, carrying a few of his possessions and with a last look around his beloved ship, made the same jump and was in his gig.
"Pull away," he commanded sorrowfully, and the sailors rowed out from the foundered ship.
When they were a little way off they rested on their oars.

All around them was a waste of heaving waters.