The Wreck of the Nancy Bell | Page 3

more, he immediately put his
"happy thought" into execution; whereupon, much fist-squeezing
ensued between the trio, the steersman looking on with a grin of
complacency at the fraternal exhibition, and gripping the spokes of the
wheel more firmly, as it were, out of a sort of fellow-sympathy, as he
kept the ship "full and by!"
"Tim McCarthy and I are old shipmates," said Captain Dinks presently,
as if apologising for the little ebullition of sentiment that had just taken
place, "and we've seen some rough times together."
"Pray don't mention it," said Mr Meldrum; "your friendly feelings do
you both honour! But, how are we getting on, captain," he added, to
change the subject, "the ship seems to be slipping along through the
water?"
"Pretty well, but not so well as I could wish. We've got an obstinate
head-wind against us, and cannot quite lay on our proper course; so I

don't think we'll be able to log much of a run when we take the sun at
noon. The wind looks like shifting now, however, so the next twenty-
four hours may tell a different tale."
As the captain spoke, the sails flapped ominously against the masts;
and, in obedience to a motion of the mate's hand, the steersman had to
let the vessel's head fall off a little more to the westward, in order to fill
the canvas again and make it draw.
"I think, cap'en, we'd better thry her on the other tack," said the
Irishman after a pause. "The wind's headin' us sure!"
"All right, McCarthy," answered the captain, "go forwards and call the
watch, and we'll see about getting her about."
Handing the captain the telescope, which he had retained until now
under his left arm, apparently regarding it as the badge of his authority
as officer of the watch--an authority which he now relinquished to his
chief--the mate was down the poop ladder and on the deck below in "a
brace of shakes;" and, in another moment, his voice was heard in
stentorian tones ringing through the ship fore and aft. "Hands 'bout
ship!"
The cry was like the wave of an enchanter's wand in the realms of
Fairy- land; for, where all had been previously quiet and easy-going,
with only the helmsman apparently doing anything on board so far as
the vessel's progress was concerned, there was now a scene of bustle,
noise, and motion,--men darting forwards to flatten the headsails and
aft to ease off the boom sheets, and others to their allotted stations,
waiting for the well-known orders from the captain, who stood in the
centre of the poop, with the passenger beside him, looking on with a
critical eye at the way in which the manoeuvre should be executed.
"All ready forward?" shouted the captain, as soon as he saw the crew at
their several posts.
"Aye, aye, sorr," replied Mr McCarthy.

"Ready, aye ready," repeated the captain--it was a sort of catch-word of
warning to prepare the men for the next word of command, like the
"'Tention!" of the drill sergeant to his squad of recruits--and he then
waved his hand to the man at the wheel to put up the helm.
"Helm's a lee!" was the next cry; and, instantly, the jib and foresail
began to shiver and shake as the ship's bows came up to the wind, and
the square sails flattened against the masts, while the boom of the
mizzen swung to and fro until the vessel should get out of stays and pay
off on the port tack.
"Raise tacks and sheets!" came in rotation, and the topgallant-bowlines
were let go, ready for the next move.
"Mainsail haul!"--and the ponderous mainyard was swung round,
bringing with it the maintopsail and topgallant yards with all their
acreage of canvas: the foreyards followed suit, when the captain
shouted, "Haul of all;"--and, after the final order, "Brace sharp!" the
Nancy Bell might have been seen heading a sou'-south-east course in
lieu of her former direction to the westwards, and gaining more
southing by the change.
The mate had just returned to the poop, after seeing the watch trim the
forward sails and curl down the slack of the ropes, while Captain Dinks
was wondering why the steward had not yet summoned them down to
breakfast, considering that it was past eight bells. He was just indeed
asking Mr Meldrum whether he felt hungry or not, when suddenly a
great commotion was heard down the companion hatch, as of voices in
altercation, a crash of crockery following in rapid sequence.
"I'd like to know what that stupid lubber is up to now," ejaculated the
captain. "He's an ignorant ass, and as slow as a mute at a funeral. I'm
sorry I had to ship him; but I had no alternative, for