"Do go back, Fanny," begged Kate.
"I tell you I will not. You don't know what I am going to do yet."
"What?"
"I can't stop to talk about it now. If you don't take the pail and bale out the boat, I will hoist the other sail."
"Don't, Fanny!"
"If you will keep still, and mind what I say, I won't hoist the sail. We go along with only these two sails just as easy as anything can be, and there isn't a bit of danger."
Kate, to avoid the greater evil, submitted to the less; and, as the Greyhound, now going very steadily under her jib and mainsail, continued on her course, she was soon freed from the water within her. The boat went along so well that Kate gathered a little courage, and ventured to hope that they might not be drowned, after all.
"You mustn't turn her round again, Fan," said she.
"What shall we do? We shall run ashore if I don't turn her."
"Can't we lower the sails when you turn her?"