As it clasped the lugger, a puff of wind leapt from the land, and skirmished across the sea.
The jib filled to it, and strained seaward.
Was he wrong?—or did she stir and tremble, like a girl to her lover?
How to help her?
If they could hoist the main-sail!
He was back over the side in a moment.
The boat was clean-swept now of everything but the muskets and a mess of shingle for ballast at the bottom. The anchor had gone over the stern and trailed on the slope. Even Blob had disappeared.
Kit pushed at the boom to thrust it over.
"Blob! Blob! where are you?"
"Here Oi be!" panted a voice forward.