"Sound the well again, and keep on sounding." More of the sailors took advantage of the interval to rush for'ard under the toppling fore-topmast, dive into the forecastle, and hastily pack their sea-bags.

As Ah Moy emerged from the steerage with his own rotund sea-bag, Daughtry dispatched Kwaque to pack the belongings of both of them.
"Dry as a bone, sir," came the mate's report.
"Keep on sounding, Mr.Jackson," the captain ordered, his voice already stronger as he recovered from the shock of his collision with the helmsman.

"Keep right on sounding.

Here she comes again, and the schooner ain't built that'd stand such hammering." By this time Daughtry had Michael tucked under one arm, his free arm ready to anticipate the next crash by swinging on to the rigging.
In making its circle to come back, the cow lost her bearings sufficiently to miss the stern of the _Mary Turner_ by twenty feet.

Nevertheless, the bore of her displacement lifted the schooner's stern gently and made her dip her bow to the sea in a stately curtsey.
"If she'd a-hit.