"Maintop there!—rig out the topgallant-studdingsail boom!"
"Ay, ay, sir."
"All ready with the stunsails forward, sir," cried Bertram.
"Very well. Forward there the watch!—run the stunsails up. Forecastle there!—swing the lower boom!"
"Ay, ay, sir."
In twenty minutes the ship was under a cloud of canvas, and moving rapidly through the water, the ropes were all coiled down, and the watch again on their beam-ends.
"Stea-dy!" called the quartermaster.
"Steady it is!" answered the man at the helm.
"I told you so, Bill," muttered one of the afterguard to his neighbour—"I knowed as how we'd have a breeze when I throwed my old shoe overboard."
"Now, Tom," said I, "make an end of your confession. You asked me if I remembered Miss——what's her name?"