At this juncture, Frank Harness sprang up into the fore cross-trees to con the ship, by Captain Dink’s directions; and presently his orders to the steersman could be heard ringing out clear and distinct above the creaking of the cordage and the wash of the sea alongside—those on the poop, listening to all they could hear with intense eagerness, and waiting for the moment when they could see for themselves the object of the ship’s quest.
“Keep her up a bit—steady!”
“Aye, aye, sir; steady it is!”
“Port!”
“Port it is!”
“Steady!”
“Steady it is!”
“Luff!”
“Aye, aye, sir!”
“Keep her so!”