At any rate, if she should get there first, we should certainly lie between her and Cuba, and she will have either to run back, or to round the cape, or to run east or south.

I wish the wind would freshen; but I fancy that it is more likely to die away.
Still, she is walking along well at present." Even Frank, anxious as he was, could not but feel satisfied as he looked at the water glancing past her side.

She was heeling well over, and the rustle of water at her bow could be heard where they were standing near the tiller.

Andrews, the best helmsman on board the yacht, held the tiller rope, and Perry was standing beside him.
From time to time Frank went up to the crosstrees.
"We are drawing in upon her fast," he said, "but she is travelling well, too; much better than I should have thought she would have done with that rig.

I think she has got a better wind than we have.
She has only made one short tack in for the last two hours." The captain's prognostication as to the wind was verified, and to Frank's intense annoyance it gradually died away, and headed them so much that they could no longer lie their course.
"What shall we do, sir?
Shall we hold across to the south shore and work along by it, as the schooner is doing, or shall we go about at once ?" "Go about at once, Hawkins.