"In with you, then, into the gig, lads," said I. "I must leave you to
act as you think best, Mr Roberts, in the matter of getting alongside
the wreck; but there seems to be a small clear space just abaft the
mizzen channels, if you can reach it without getting under the counter.
If you fail in that, the only alternative that I can see is for you to
get as close as you can to the wreck's lee quarter, and let her people
jump overboard, when you must look out for them and pick them up."
"Ay, ay, sir," answered the mate cheerily; "I have a plan that I think
will do. All ready, sir, whenever you are."
We were now within a hundred feet of the wreck, and heading so as to
cross her stern at about that distance.
"Back your main-topsail, lads; round-in smartly upon your weather
braces," said I. "So! well there; take a turn; but be ready to fill
again when I give the word. Now, Mr Forbes, are you ready with the
davit tackles?"
"All ready, sir."
"Then, when I give the word, let them run smartly and evenly. Mr
Roberts will attend to his share of the work. Now, stand by."
The tackle-falls had some time previously been taken off their proper
pins, except for a single half-turn, and carefully laid out along the
deck, so as to insure their running out clear, after which they had been
placed under contiguous pins in the spider-band of the mizzenmast, and a
single turn taken with them, thus enabling the second mate to hold them
both in his hands, and sustain the entire weight of the gig and her
crew. Now, as I gave him the caution to "stand by," and at the same
time stepped on to a hen-coop in the wake of the mizzen-rigging to watch
for a favourable opportunity for lowering, he took off half the turn
round the belaying-pin, and held the boat by mere main strength and the
grip of the rope on the pins. We were by this time fair across the
stern of the wreck, and within a hundred feet of her, with not much way
on us, and were ready to drop the gig at a moment's notice. A perfect
mountain of a sea at this moment came sweeping down upon us, and as our
buoyant little craft floated up its steep side, she started upon a heavy
lee roll, that I saw would swing the gig well clear of her side, and at
the same time dip her almost into the water before the tackles were
started. We should scarcely get a more favourable opportunity.
"Lower away."
Prompt, at the word, the second mate allowed the falls to run rapidly
out, while the chief, sitting in the stern-sheets, with the yoke-lines
in one hand, grasped the releasing line in the other. As the barque
careened to her gunwale, the light boat swung far out from her side, and
in a moment splashed into the water. At the same instant a smart pull
upon the releasing line freed her from the tackles fore and aft; and as
the mate sheered her with the rudder toward the wreck, the men tossed
out their oars with a cheer and gave way.
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