“Blast him and his pilotage too! Give me the glass”--taking another long
look at the boat, which by this time was glancing, rather than pulling,
nearly at right angles across his bows. “I want no such pilot aboard
here, Mr. Mulford. Take another look at him--here, you can see him, away
on our weather bow, already.”
Mulford did take another look at him, and this time his examination was
longer and more scrutinizing than before.
“It is not easy to cover him with the glass,” observed the young
man--“the boat seems fairly to fly.”
“We're forereaching too near the Hog's Back, Capt. Spike,” roared the
boatswain, from forward.
“Ready about--hard a lee,” shouted Spike. “Let all fly, for'ard--help
her round, boys, all you can, and wait for no orders! Bestir
yourselves--bestir yourselves.”
It was time the crew should be in earnest. While Spike's attention had
been thus diverted by the boat, the brig had got into the strongest of
the current, which, by setting her fast to windward, had trebled the
power of the air, and this was shooting her over toward one of the
greatest dangers of the passage on a flood tide. As everybody bestirred
themselves, however, she was got round and filled on the opposite tack,
just in time to clear the rocks. Spike breathed again, but his head was
still full of the boat. The danger he had just escaped as Scylla met
him as Charybdis. The boatswain again roared to go about. The order was
given as the vessel began to pitch in a heavy swell. At the next instant
she rolled until the water came on deck, whirled with her stern down the
tide, and her bows rose as if she were about to leap out of water. The
Swash had hit the Pot Rock.
CHAPTER II.
“Watch. If we know him to be a thief, shall we not lay hands
on him?
Dogb. Truly, by your office, you may; but I think they that
touch pitch will be defiled; the most peaceable way for you,
if you do take a thief, is, to let him show himself what he
is, and steal out of your company.”
Much Ado About Nothing.
We left the brigantine of Capt. Spike in a very critical situation, and
the master himself in great confusion of mind.
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