The seamen scrambled up the rigging like cats, and Miss Gurney expressed her delight in many exclamations. In a few moments the white sails dropped down, and all hands aloft, except a few whose duty it was to remain and overhaul the rigging, descended to the deck.
"Sheet home and hoist away!" said the first lieutenant; and up went the yards. "Top up the spanker boom."
At this last order the sheet men were obliged to take their stations, and De Forrest cast off the sheet.
"Why, that is Mr. De Forrest," said Julia, as she recognized her late travelling companion.
"That's De Forrest, certainly; but we don't call anyone mister, unless he is an officer," replied Lincoln.
"But how different he looks!"
"A little change in his appearance."
"Good morning, Mr. De Forrest," said the fair girl, seeing that he was disengaged, while the other hands were walking away with the lift.
"Good morning, Miss Gurney," replied the runaway, sheepishly, as he counted the seams in the quarter-deck.
"But I thought you were an officer," added the astonished maiden. "Where are your gold lace and gold-banded cap?"