Then addressing the helmsman: "Steer to the windward, Bolton.

Let her go a quarter, so as to come alongside the wreck." "Yes, sir," replied the helmsman.
"But," continued Cousin Benedict, "I keep to what I have said.
Positively it is an animal." "Then this would be a whale in copper," replied Captain Hull, "for, positively, also, I see it shine in the sun!" "At all events, Cousin Benedict," added Mrs.Weldon, "you will agree with us that this whale must be dead, for it is certain that it does not make the least movement." "Ah! Cousin Weldon," replied Cousin Benedict, who was obstinate, "this would not be the first time that one has met a whale sleeping on the surface of the waves." "That is a fact," replied Captain Hull; "but to-day, the thing is not a whale, but a ship." "We shall soon see," replied Cousin Benedict, who, after all, would give all the mammifers of the Arctic or Antarctic seas for an insect of a rare species.
"Steer, Bolton, steer!" cried Captain Hull again, "and do not board the wreck.

Keep a cable's length.

If we cannot do much harm to this hull, it might cause us some damage, and I do not care to hurt the sides of the 'Pilgrim' with it.

Tack a little, Bolton, tack!" The "Pilgrim's" prow, which had been directed toward the wreck, was turned aside by a slight movement of the helm.
The schooner was still a mile from the capsized hull.