Lonley gave the order to stand by the jib, and cast off the fasts.

The two principal sails filled on the starboard tack, the jib went up in the twinkling of an eye under the direction of Flint, and the schooner began to gather headway.

The captain was at the helm, for he would trust no other there, and Christy went forward.
"Set the fore topmast staysail," said the mate; but he was willing the crew should execute the order in their own way, for he called the master's mate to him.

"The biggest job is yet to be done," he added, in a low tone.
"What is that ?" asked Flint.
"To get possession of the vessel," replied Christy, impressively.
"That will be an easy matter, with nothing but niggers on board," added Flint.
They talked together for a few minutes, and the plan was arranged.

Flint saw that the fore topmast staysail was properly set and trimmed.