We cracked on sail, even setting the topmast stunsail, till it blew away.

Then we cut away bulwarks and rails, flattened the sails by jiggers on the sheets and halliards until they set like boards, pumped her out, cast adrift the boats, cut away anchors, but it was n't any use; she kept a-gaining on us.

By and by we came to George's Shoal extending about three leagues across our course to the southeast of Cape Cod.

There is a pass through the shoal; Lieutenant Seymour knows it, we surveyed it this last summer.
We brought the ship to on the wind on the same tack again, near the shoal, and ran for the mouth of the pass.

The frigate edged off to run us down.