The motion of the ship, however, was very violent, for there was a heavy tumbling sea still on, the waves having no general direction, but tossing in confused masses and coming on to the deck, now on one side, now on the other.
At midnight Frank also turned in, in his clothes; but he was soon up again, for the motion of the yacht was so violent that he found it next to impossible to keep from being jerked out of his berth.
The first mate had had four hours off duty, and had just come up again to relieve the captain.
"It is lucky, sir, that all our gear is nearly new," he said; "for if it had not been, this rolling would have taken the mast out of her.

The strain on the shrouds each time that she gets chucked over must be tremendous." "It would have been better, for this sort of work, if we had had ten feet taken off that stick before we started." "Well, just for the present it would have been better, sir; but even if we had had time I would not have done it.

We should not have much chance of overhauling the Phantom if we clipped our wings." In another two hours the sea had sensibly moderated.

Frank again went down, and this time was able to go to sleep.

When he went on deck the sun was some way up, the mainsail was set, and the reefs had been shaken out.
"This is a change for the better, captain." "It is indeed, sir.