For this evening Jack's mother felt that her heart was full to overflowing.
CHAPTER VII.
"HARD A-PORT!"
"Eep—peep—peep—eep—eep—ee!"
It was the bos'n's pipe sounding loud and shrill high over the howling of a nor'-wester and the song of the storm-stirred waves.
"Eep—peep—eep—ee!"
First forward, then further aft amidships.
"All hands shorten sail!"
"Tumble up, my lads—tumble up; it's going to blow a buster."
And hardly had the last notes of the pipe ceased as quickly as if they had been cut off clear and sharp by the wind, than the men came rattling up the ladders to duty.