The Three LieutenantsKingston, William Henry Giles
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The Three Lieutenants
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Officers -- Juvenile fiction; Sea stories
"Lower the boats," cried the captain.
Their active crews sprang into them, and tow-ropes being passed they
began to pull, as English seamen are wont to pull, against the hot
current; but all their efforts seemed of no avail in retarding the
sternward progress of the frigate. It appeared at length as if in
another minute her spanker-boom would be driven against the cliffs,
while the outer branches of the tall trees which towered on their
summits seemed almost to hang over the mast heads. Smooth as was the
water, an angry surf broke against the rocks at the foot of the cliffs,
too clearly indicating what must be the fate of the proud frigate should
she drive against them. The lead kept going, showed the depth of water
still to be great. Suddenly the ship seemed to be brought to a
standstill; the lead-line remained up and down. The hand in the chains
announced the fact. It was evident that she had got into dead water,
but she still felt the influence of the rollers; for although the boat's
crews pulled as hard as ever, they could not move her ahead. It would
be impossible for them also to continue their exertions much longer,
while but a slight puff of wind from the opposite shore would hasten her
fate.
"Well, I never thought there could be danger in smooth water and a calm,
and the land close to us," said Tom, who observed the anxious faces of
those around him.
"There are many things not dreamed of in your philosophy, youngster,
which you'll learn in time," answered Higson. "Before many minutes are
over we may chance to have the masts come tumbling about our ears, and I
would advise you, and the rest not wanted on deck, to get below out of
the way in good time."
"What, you don't mean to say that the ship is likely to be wrecked?"
said Tom.
"Ay, but I do, if one of two things don't happen," answered Higson.
"Let's hope that they may that the anchor may hold, or that a breeze may
come from off the cliffs aboard of us."
"Let go," sang out the captain.
"All gone!" shouted Adair from forward.
At that moment Master Spider, having managed to get clear of his chain,
seeing the green trees so near him, was off up the rigging with the
evident intention of having a ramble among them. Tom and Gerald caught
sight of their new pet at the same moment, and forgetting danger or
discipline up the shrouds they sprang in chase.
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