From Sea to Sea
Or,
Clint Webb’s Cruise on the Windjammer
Chapter I
In Which I Shield a Friend and Make an Enemy
The after port anchor had come inboard before I stepped over the rail of the Gullwing, and leaped to the deck. The starboard and port bowers were both catted and fished and the stay-fore-sail had filled to pay off her head.
The wind was blowing directly on shore; the current ran parallel with the land; there was no choice of direction in getting the big four-master under weigh, and she was headed into the stream.
A clarion voice shouted from the poop:
“Haul main-tack!
“Come aft with that sheet!
“Set jib and spanker! Look alive there!
“Mr. Gates! see if you can’t get some action out of your watch!”