"That's a good idea."
With the long boat-hook which Ethan had made, the cables were hauled up and coiled away on the raft, which had been placed over the bow of the sunken vessel. When the chains, which were bent onto the anchors, were hauled taut, the sinker rope, still in the block, and wound on the windlass of the derrick, was made fast to one of them, and the anchor drawn up. The operation was then repeated on the other anchor.
"Hurrah! hurrah!" shouted Lawry, as they began to turn the windlass.
"She's coming up."
"Hurrah!" repeated Ethan, and the faces of both boys glowed with excited joy, as the sunken vessel followed the anchor up to the surface of the water.
It was necessary to move the raft, and the anchor was hauled out over the top of the bulwarks. The Woodville rose till her plank-sheer was even with the surface of the water. The boys shouted for joy; they were almost beside themselves with the excitement of that happy moment. They had conquered; success had crowned their labors.
"The job is done!" cried Lawry.
"That's so! Where is your brother now?" exclaimed Ethan.
"We have got her up sooner than I expected. I move you we have our dinner now."
"I don't feel much like dinner."
"I do."