"I am sure it is the gale we hear. You would do well to take in sail."
"I hope I'm master abroad my own craft," said Brand, sneering.
"We will leave it to some of your oldest seaman," said Glenville, wishing to avoid a quarrel, if possible.
Several of the old tars, among them Turk, were called up. They agreed with Glenville.
"I've heerd the roarin' of a volcanic, before now," said Turk, "which, beggin' pardon, sir, is no more like a gale a-comin' up than this is like the thump of a handspike," taking out his quid and throwing it violently to the deck.
Brand, however, skillful seaman though he was, refused to be convinced, until suddenly he beheld driving down upon him from windward, a long line of white water, showing like a wall through the gloom.
Then the unmistakable notes of the tempest were heard by all aboard.
"Go below," said Harry to his fair companion.
She obeyed trembling; at the same moment, with a whis and a rush, the storm was heard sweeping along towards the vessel.
"Hands! by halliards! clew up everything lively there! Mind tacks and sheets," screamed Brand, in a voice like the scream of a wild beast.