But he had taken his part; he had become a man under the responsibility which had fallen upon him.
The moment to act had come.

He must profit by this northwest breeze which was blowing up.

Contrary winds had given place to favorable winds, and some clouds scattered in the zenith under the cirrous form, indicated that they would blow steadily for at least a certain time.
Dick called Tom and his companions.
"My friends," he said to them, "our ship has no longer any crew but you.

I cannot work without your aid.

You are not sailors, but you have good arms.