The giant of course gave a pull that brought down the rope.
"Oh! not so strong, my honest fellow!" cried Dick Sand, smiling.

"You are going to bring down the masts!" "I have hardly pulled," replied Hercules.
"Well, only make believe! You will see that that will be enough! Well, slacken--cast off! Make fast--Make fast--like that! Good! All together! Heave--pull on the braces." And the whole breadth of the foremast, whose larboard braces had been loosened, turned slowly.

The wind then swelling the sails imparted a certain speed to the ship.
Dick Sand then had the jib sheet-ropes loosened.

Then he called the blacks aft: "Behold what is done, my friends, and well done.

Now let us attend to the mainmast.