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"When these old critters once get loose enough to play they rattle to

pieces mighty fast," said the mate. "But this is nothing specially bad."

"Find out what we've got under us," snapped Captain Downs. The wedges

had been driven. "Let this nigger carry the lead for'ard!"

It was a difficult task in the night, because the leadline had to be

passed from the quarter-deck to the cathead outside the shrouds; the

rails and deck were slippery. Plainly, Captain Downs was proposing to

show Mayo "a thing or two."

He let go the lead at command, and heard the man on the quarter-deck,

catching the line when it swung into a perpendicular position, report

twenty-five fathoms.

Again, answering the mate's bawled orders, Mayo carried the lead forward

and dropped it, after a period of waiting, during which the schooner

had been eased off. He was soaked to the skin, and was miserable in both

body and mind. He had betrayed himself, he had made an enemy of the man

who knew something which could help him; he felt a queer sense of shame

and despair when he remembered the girl and the expression of her face.

He tried to convince himself that he did not care what her opinion

of him was. What happened to that love she had professed on board the

Olenia? What manner of maiden was this? He did not understand!

Five times he made his precarious trip with the lead, fumbling his way

outside the rigging.

In twenty fathoms Captain Downs decided to anchor, after the mate,

"arming" the lead by filling its cup with grease, found that they were

over good holding ground.

When the Alden came into the wind and slowed down, slapping wet

sails, the second mate hammered out the holding-pin of the gigantic port

anchor, and the hawse-hole belched fathom after fathom of chain.

All hands were on deck letting sails go on the run into the lazy-jacks,

and the big schooner swung broadside to the trough of the sea. She made

a mighty pendulum, rolling rails under, sawing the black skies with her

towering masts.

There are many things which can happen aboard a schooner in that

position when men are either slow or stupid. A big negro who was paying

out the mizzen-peak halyards allowed his line to foul. Into the triangle

of sail the wind volleyed, and the thirty-foot mizzen-boom, the roll

of the ship helping, swung as far as its loosened sheets allowed. The

"traveler," an iron hoop encircling a long bar of iron fastened at both

ends to the deck, struck sparks as a trolley pulley produces fire from a

sleety wire.