The Missing Ship | Page 2

having been brailed up and handed, Owen ordered the crew
aloft to furl the main-topsail.

"Gerald, lend me a hand to furl the mizen!" he sang out to a lad who
had been actively engaged in the former operation. Gerald Tracy, the
captain's son, a fine-looking youth, sprang aft to the mizen-brails. The
mate having already let go the sheet, the sail was drawn up close to the
yard.
"Now, aloft to the mizen-topsail," cried the mate; "we must have every
stitch of canvas off her before the wind reaches us; for, depend upon it,
it is in no playful mood."
The mate and Gerald sprang up the rigging, and getting hold of the bunt
of the sail, quickly furled it. Pompey, the black cook, and Tim Maloney,
a boy, were on deck letting go or hoisting away at the ropes as required;
every other man in the ship able to move was aloft. All the after sail
having been taken off the ship, Owen, as he was about to descend from
the yard, cast a glance to windward.
"Here it comes, sharp and strong," he sang out; "down--down, quick,
all of you!" and, seizing the backstay, he glided like lightning on deck.
Gerald followed his example. As soon as the mate reached the deck, he
sprang to the deserted helm and gave another look in the direction from
which he expected the wind to come. Already could be discerned a long
line of white foam curling up above the hitherto calm sea, over the
surface of which innumerable cat's-paws were playing, now sweeping
across it, now vanishing, to reappear speedily in another direction. The
men were in the mean time employed, under the mate's directions, in
getting the ship snug.
"Gerald, do you go and assist them," he said; "we haven't a moment to
lose."
The jib only remained set. Some of the crew had begun to grumble at
having so much pulling and hauling, with apparently no object.
"What's the use of furling sails in a dead calm? we shall be after having
to set them again, as I hope we shall get the breeze before long,"
exclaimed Dan Connor.

An active seaman was Dan, though he could seldom see much further
than his own nose.
"Nebber fear dat," cried Pompey, "we get de wind 'tiff and 'trong as you
and I like de grog, Dan--de mate hab um wedder eye open as 'wide as
de captain--see what coming--look out, man--what say to dat?"
Those standing near him turned their glances over the larboard side,
towards the south-west, the vessel then lying with her head to the
north-west, where they saw a long line which had now assumed the
appearance of a vast foaming wave, while at the same time a loud
hissing roar reached their ears. The mate shouted for another hand to
come to the helm. Dan Connor sprang aft at the mate's call; but scarcely
had he grasped the spokes of the wheel, than the wind with a furious
rush struck the vessel. Down she heeled, while a deluge of spray flew
over her. For an instant it seemed as if she was irretrievably gone, but
the jib happily standing, she drew ahead, and feeling her helm, round
she spun, and, righting as suddenly as she had heeled over, away she
flew before the hurricane. The young mate drew his breath.
"Gerald, go below and tell your father that we're all to rights and no
damage done. We had a narrow squeak for it, though; but don't say
that--it may trouble your sister," said Owen.
Gerald went into the cabin with the satisfactory intelligence. On
entering he found Norah clinging to the sofa, which was placed
athwart-ships, at the after end of the cabin. She looked pale and anxious;
happily, the captain had escaped being thrown out of his cot when the
vessel had been hove on her beam-ends.
"How goes it, Gerald?" he asked.
"All right, father," answered Gerald; "the stout ship is behaving
beautifully. Thanks to Mr Massey, we were well prepared for the squall
when it struck us--though it's my belief if we'd had our canvas set it
would have been all over with the Ouzel Galley. We are now scudding
along under bare poles at a rate which will soon carry us into Waterford
harbour, if the wind holds as it is."

"Little chance of that, I'm afraid," observed the captain; "but, Gerald,
tell the mate to have the dead-lights closed. The sea will be getting up
presently, and we shall have it washing through the stern windows."
"Ay, ay, sir," answered his son, who knew that an order given must be
delivered immediately, and was about to go.
"Stay, Gerald--tell him to set the fore-topsail closely reefed, and to rig
preventer-braces; we must