As the captain gave these orders the sails ceased to flap. Slowly the boom went over to what had a little while before been the weather-side; the sails filled, and the schooner began to forge slowly ahead.
"Drew!" cried the Duke.
"Yes, your grace."
"Put her about and run for the bay. Good-night."
"Ay, ay, your grace. Good-night."
"Anything wrong. Drew?" called out the Marquis.
"I hope not, your lordship. We are going to try; and when we know I will run below and tell you."
"All right. Good-night, Drew; good-night, men."
"Good-night, your lordship."
The carpenter brought the tools and a lantern. In a few minutes he had knocked away the ornamental seat, and revealed the rudder-cap.