The big fore and main sails swung and crashed idly at their sheets, filling the air with the thunder of their flinging blocks. At each boom a seaman stood, and each held the double block of a boom-tackle, waiting the word that now came.

“Clap on those boom-tackles!” Dolores commanded, and four men flew to each as it was hooked to the rigging. “Haul away! Boom the sails square out!” The great sails filled with a crash as the gale took them on the fore side, flinging them violently aback.

“You’ll pluck the spars out of her!” screamed Peters, in a frenzy now as his cherished masts whipped and cracked to the tremendous backward strain. Dolores ignored the crazed man, but a scornful smile wreathed about her lips, and her dark eyes gleamed. “Out with them!”