The man knows he is found out." By this time the boat was hauled up over the grapnel, and I shrank away in despair, feeling bitterly disappointed at Ching's non-appearance, but full of confidence in him--faith the stronger for an intense desire to make up to the man for misjudging him before.
Then the grapnel was out of the mud, and hauled over the side; the boat began to yield to the tide; and Mr Brooke stepped to the mast himself, being unwilling to call the men in the cabin into the people's sight.
"Come and take a hand at the rope here, coxswain," said Mr Brooke.
"Mr Herrick, take the tiller." But at the first grasp of our intention, as they saw the preparation for hoisting the sail, there was a fierce yell from the shore, and the people scattered to right and left.
"What does that mean ?" I said to myself.

But the next instant I knew, for they were making for different boats, into which they jumped, and rapidly began to unmoor.
"Humph! time we were off," said Mr Brooke.

"Hoist away, man, I cannot do it alone." "I am a-hysting, sir, but the tackle's got foul somehow.

It's this here rough rope.

The yard won't move." "Tut tut--try, man, try." "All right, sir, I'll swarm up the the mast, and set it free." "But there is no time, my man.