We made such progress, too, towards the spot where the French ship reported having passed the wreck of which we were in search, that, at Six Bells in the morning watch, the lookout man forward, who had been specially ordered to keep a good watch to windward, hailed the deck. "Sail in sight, sir!" he sang out, just as the hands were in the middle of their breakfast. "She's hull down on the weather bow!" CHAPTER EIGHTEEN. ON THE DECK OF THE DERELICT. "Where away, my man?" shouted Commander Nesbitt, who, at the same moment, came up on the poop and was scanning the horizon on his own account. "How does she bear, eh?" "Two points off the weather bow, sir," replied the lookout from the foretopsail yard. "We're rising her now, sir; and I can see one of her masts, though the rest of her spars seem to have gone by the board." "All right, my man, keep her in your eye," sang back the commander, who then turned to the helmsman. "Give her more lee helm, quartermaster; and see if you can't luff her up a couple of points! Watch, trim sails! Head lee braces! Brace up your head yards!" With this, we hauled our wind; and, by bracing the yards sharp up and keeping her full and bye, we were able to bring the ship's head a bit more to the westward than we had been previously sailing, steering now south-west by south instead of sou'-sou'-west as before, which was as near as we could get her to proceed in the direction where the lookout man had reported the vessel. By Eight Bells, we could make out the derelict clearly from the deck; and, shortly after breakfast when we had closed her within half-a-mile, we could see that somehow or other she had got terribly knocked about, her bulwarks having been carried away, as well as most of her spars and rigging, only the stump of her mainmast being left still standing, with the yard, which had parted at the slings, hanging down all a-cockbill. There was a portion of the shrouds left, also, and the backstay; but, of everything else, as far as we could judge at that distance, a clean sweep had been made fore and aft and the vessel seemed to be a complete wreck. The commander's keen eyes, however, caught sight of something, which at the first glance had escaped the notice of both lookout and signalman; not to speak of the many officers who stood around on the poop, scrutinising the dismantled vessel through their glasses, none of whom had observed this object until Commander Nesbitt pointed it out. "Hullo!" he exclaimed abruptly. "What is that lashed to the rigging on her port beam?" Every glass was instantly directed to the point he had indicated. "It's a man, sir," said the signalman, noticing the object on its now being pointed out to him, very wise after the event, as most of us are disposed to be in everyday life. "I think I can see him move, sir."