“No,” answered Wenlock; “though it seemed to me that the ship might probably go down.”
“Ah! truly, I felt very brave too,” said Ford.
“You took an odd way of showing it,” answered Wenlock, who had observed the abject fear into which his companion had been thrown.
“Ah! yea, I might have somewhat trembled, but that was more for the thought of others than for myself,” said Ford. “And now tell me, when dost thou think we shall arrive at our destination?”
“That is more than any one on board can say,” said Wenlock; “but we must do all that men can do, and leave the rest to Him who rules the sea!”
All hands were now engaged in getting the ship to rights. Scarcely however had jury-masts been set up, than signs of another storm appeared in the sky.
“I like not the look of the weather,” observed the captain. “Christison, your eyes are sharp; is that a sail away to the north-east?”
“Yes, verily,” answered Wenlock.
“Can it be our consort?”
“No; she would not appear in that quarter. She is a stranger, and seems to be coming rapidly on towards us,” observed Wenlock, after watching her for little time. “A tall ship too, I suspect.”