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"

Cooky

,

"

Wolf

Larsen

called

in

a

low

voice

.

Thomas

Mugridge

turned

a

pitiable

scared

face

.

"

Let

go

that

foreboom

tackle

and

pass

it

across

,

and

when

she

's

willing

let

go

the

sheet

and

come

in

snug

with

the

tackle

.

And

if

you

make

a

mess

of

it

,

it

will

be

the

last

you

ever

make

.

Understand

?

"

"

Mr.

Van

Weyden

,

stand

by

to

pass

the

head-sails

over

.

Then

jump

for

the

topsails

and

spread

them

quick

as

God

'll

let

you

--

the

quicker

you

do

it

the

easier

you

'll

find

it

.

As

for

Cooky

,

if

he

is

n't

lively

bat

him

between

the

eyes

.

"

I

was

aware

of

the

compliment

and

pleased

,

in

that

no

threat

had

accompanied

my

instructions

.

We

were

lying

head

to

north-west

,

and

it

was

his

intention

to

jibe

over

all

with

the

first

puff

.

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"

We

'll

have

the

breeze

on

our

quarter

,

"

he

explained

to

me

.

"

By

the

last

guns

the

boats

were

bearing

away

slightly

to

the

south

'

ard

.

"

He

turned

and

walked

aft

to

the

wheel

.

I

went

forward

and

took

my

station

at

the

jibs

.

Another

whisper

of

wind

,

and

another

,

passed

by

.

The

canvas

flapped

lazily

.

"

Thank

Gawd

she

's

not

comin

'

all

of

a

bunch

,

Mr.

Van

Weyden

,

"

was

the

Cockney

's

fervent

ejaculation

.

And

I

was

indeed

thankful

,

for

I

had

by

this

time

learned

enough

to

know

,

with

all

our

canvas

spread

,

what

disaster

in

such

event

awaited

us

.

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The

whispers

of

wind

became

puffs

,

the

sails

filled

,

the

Ghost

moved

.

Wolf

Larsen

put

the

wheel

hard

up

,

to

port

,

and

we

began

to

pay

off

.

The

wind

was

now

dead

astern

,

muttering

and

puffing

stronger

and

stronger

,

and

my

head-sails

were

pounding

lustily

.

I

did

not

see

what

went

on

elsewhere

,

though

I

felt

the

sudden

surge

and

heel

of

the

schooner

as

the

wind-pressures

changed

to

the

jibing

of

the

fore

--

and

main-sails

.

My

hands

were

full

with

the

flying-jib

,

jib

,

and

staysail

;

and

by

the

time

this

part

of

my

task

was

accomplished

the

Ghost

was

leaping

into

the

south-west

,

the

wind

on

her

quarter

and

all

her

sheets

to

starboard

.

Without

pausing

for

breath

,

though

my

heart

was

beating

like

a

trip-hammer

from

my

exertions

,

I

sprang

to

the

topsails

,

and

before

the

wind

had

become

too

strong

we

had

them

fairly

set

and

were

coiling

down

.

Then

I

went

aft

for

orders

.

Wolf

Larsen

nodded

approval

and

relinquished

the

wheel

to

me

.

The

wind

was

strengthening

steadily

and

the

sea

rising

.

For

an

hour

I

steered

,

each

moment

becoming

more

difficult

.

I

had

not

the

experience

to

steer

at

the

gait

we

were

going

on

a

quartering

course

.

"

Now

take

a

run

up

with

the

glasses

and

raise

some

of

the

boats

.

We

've

made

at

least

ten

knots

,

and

we

're

going

twelve

or

thirteen

now

.

The

old

girl

knows

how

to

walk

.

"

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