Isles of the sea; or, Young America homeward bound : $b A story of travel and adventureOptic, Oliver
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Isles of the sea; or, Young America homeward bound : $b A story of travel and adventure
Optic, Oliver
Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
And so the day wore away. In the evening the fog lifted; but nothing
could be seen of the two schooners, for they were far on their way
to Madeira. But O’Hara was not quite satisfied to undertake such an
enterprise as had been agreed upon, until it was no longer possible
to confer with the vice-principals of the squadron. As the night
was clear, he decided to run for three hours to the south-west, and
return if he found nothing of the rest of the fleet. At midnight, when
the steamer was over forty miles from the Castle William, nothing
could be seen of the lights of the Josephine and Tritonia; and,
very unwillingly, he ordered the Ville d’Angers to be headed to the
north-east. After a run of less than three hours, the wreck was readily
found, for lights were exhibited on board as before she lost her masts.
Raymond, who was in charge of the deck of the Ville d’Angers, hailed
the wreck, and was answered by Mr. Frisbone. The wind was freshening,
but the sea was tolerably smooth.
O’Hara was still up, though he had taken a little nap, and directed the
steamer to be run as close as possible to the hulk; and a small line
was heaved to her deck by Shakings. With this the heavy hawser of the
ship was drawn over the stern of the steamer, where it was made fast.
While the boatswain was attending to the securing of the hawser, O’Hara
and the Prince had some talk about the condition of the sick. They were
all comfortable; and Mrs. Frisbone had worked out a revolution in the
state of things between decks. The captain laughed when the Prince said
he had been at work whitewashing since he came on board.
When the hawser was ready, O’Hara gave the order to go ahead; and the
steamer started on her voyage to England.
CHAPTER XVI.
THE WINE-ROOM OF THE VILLE D’ANGERS.
The Ville d’Angers had been under way hardly an hour when the
quartermaster in the pilot-house struck eight bells; and the first
part of the port-watch was called to relieve the second part of the
starboard. Gregory was the officer of this division, as Raymond had
been of the last.
“North, half east,” said Raymond, giving the course to his successor in
charge of the vessel.
“North, half east!” exclaimed Gregory; and though it was his duty to
repeat the course as it was given to him, in order to prevent any
mistake, it was not necessary for him to say it with such a tone of
disgust.
“That’s the course we have been running for the last hour,” replied
Raymond quietly. “The officer of the deck will keep a sharp lookout for
the tow.”
“For the tow?” queried Gregory, as the fourth officer repeated the
orders which were required to be given to his successor in charge of
the deck. “What do you mean by the tow?”
“Of course you are aware that the steamer is towing the hulk of the
Castle William?”
“I was not aware of it,” answered Gregory. “When I turned in at four
bells last night, the steamer was headed to the southward and westward.”
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