Out of the darkness ahead came the fluttering of canvas, and soon Caliban’s hoarse croak rang aft: “Hoist away th’ jib!” The great booms swung amidships again when the tackles were cast off, and now the headsail flew up the stay, the restrained sheet to starboard causing the canvas to fill aback as had the greater sails before. The pressure was ahead and to one side; the schooner’s head began to fall off, then faster as she gained momentum, and the fore and main sails again began to thunder at their blocks.

“Let draw the jib! Bring in the fore sheet; bear a hand aft here, main sheet, lads, smartly!” cried Dolores, twirling the wheel to meet the vessel’s swift leeward leap. And as the liberated Feu Follette heeled dizzily to the gale, under full spread of sail, and her owner