"Let go!" cried the young captain. The barrels were inverted, and from their sides streamed floods of oil.
[CHAPTER XXX.]
A HOSPITABLE COLONIST.
The captain's first care was to secure anchorage. He moored the vessel in five fathoms of water. The bottom was good, a hard gravel, affording an excellent hold. There was no danger of drifting, or of stranding at low tide. The Duncan, after so many hours of peril, was now in a sort of creek sheltered by a high promontory from the fury of the wind.