While this was going on one of the brig’s anchors was lowered down into the dinghy and laid across a couple of pieces of wood, then, with a couple of planks for the keel to run upon, each being taken up in turn and laid end on to the other, the anchor was got right down to the lagoon, dropped about fifty yards out after being attached to a cable, another was knotted on to this, and again another to the last, and carried through the lugger’s bows to where the capstan was fixed.
At high tide the little remaining sand was rapidly dug away, and the water began to flow in; the capstan was manned, and a burst of cheering rose; for as fast as the bars could be worked and the cables in turn coiled down, the new boat was drawn through the sand and out till she was head over the anchor, with a clear foot below her keel.
“You’d better take command, Mr Lane,” said the mate, shaking hands warmly. “I ought to have thought of that, but it was beyond me. There we are, then. Now, all we have to do is to load her up with your treasures and plenty of stores, and then make for some other island, and from one to the other until we can get to a civilised port.”
“Why not make another lugger, so as to have everything you can belonging to the Planet?”
“And give you gentlemen more time to collect?”
“Exactly.”
“Well, I don’t see why not,” said the mate, thoughtfully. “It grieves me to have the good old vessel stranded here with no end of valuable stuff in her; and now that we shall soon have the means of getting away when we like, I think I might as well set the men to work at another.”
“But you’ll get the rigging and stores on board this one first,” said Panton.
“Of course,” replied the mate; “but there is another thing to think of, gentlemen.”
The others looked at him inquiringly.