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John
Mangles
approved
in
silence
.
He
had
ceased
to
hold
any
conversation
with
the
coarse
seaman
;
but
neither
Glenarvan
nor
he
left
the
poop
.
Two
hours
after
a
stiff
breeze
came
on
.
Will
Halley
took
in
the
lower
reef
of
his
topsails
.
The
maneuver
would
have
been
a
difficult
job
for
five
men
if
the
Macquarie
had
not
carried
a
double
yard
,
on
the
American
plan
.
In
fact
,
they
had
only
to
lower
the
upper
yard
to
bring
the
sail
to
its
smallest
size
.
Two
hours
passed
;
the
sea
was
rising
.
The
Macquarie
was
struck
so
violently
that
it
seemed
as
if
her
keel
had
touched
the
rocks
.
There
was
no
real
danger
,
but
the
heavy
vessel
did
not
rise
easily
to
the
waves
.
By
and
by
the
returning
waves
would
break
over
the
deck
in
great
masses
.
The
boat
was
washed
out
of
the
davits
by
the
force
of
the
water
.
John
Mangles
never
released
his
watch
.
Any
other
ship
would
have
made
no
account
of
a
sea
like
this
;
but
with
this
heavy
craft
there
was
a
danger
of
sinking
by
the
bow
,
for
the
deck
was
filled
at
every
lurch
,
and
the
sheet
of
water
not
being
able
to
escape
quickly
by
the
scuppers
,
might
submerge
the
ship
.
It
would
have
been
the
wisest
plan
to
prepare
for
emergency
by
knocking
out
the
bulwarks
with
an
ax
to
facilitate
their
escape
,
but
Halley
refused
to
take
this
precaution
.
But
a
greater
danger
was
at
hand
,
and
one
that
it
was
too
late
to
prevent
.
About
half-past
eleven
,
John
Mangles
and
Wilson
,
who
stayed
on
deck
throughout
the
gale
,
were
suddenly
struck
by
an
unusual
noise
.
Their
nautical
instincts
awoke
.
John
seized
the
sailor
's
hand
.
"
The
reef
!
"
said
he
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Wilson
;
"
the
waves
breaking
on
the
bank
.
"
"
Not
more
than
two
cables
'
length
off
?
"
"
At
farthest
?
The
land
is
there
!
"
John
leaned
over
the
side
,
gazed
into
the
dark
water
,
and
called
out
,
"
Wilson
,
the
lead
!
"
The
master
,
posted
forward
,
seemed
to
have
no
idea
of
his
position
.
Wilson
seized
the
lead-line
,
sprang
to
the
fore-chains
,
and
threw
the
lead
;
the
rope
ran
out
between
his
fingers
,
at
the
third
knot
the
lead
stopped
.
"
Three
fathoms
,
"
cried
Wilson
.
