sea and wind, and went like sheep to the fore and main masts at Caliban’s bidding.

“Ready for the anchor — lower away!” roared Hanglip in the boat, where already was piled coil on coil a great hemp hawser.

“Handsomely, ye dogs, handsomely!” shrieked Spotted Dog in turn. The anchor sank into the boat to the screeching of tackles and the groaning of boat-timbers, and was carried out astern.

“Carry the end aft!” Dolores commanded; the hawser was taken along and the end passed around the quarter-deck capstan. “Up with those sails!” cried the girl now, and Caliban’s gang sweated at the halyards, while slackened sheets permitted the booms to swing and present the luffs to the screaming gale,