"Boat-hook aft," said he to Welch.
He then, by an ingenious use of the boat-hook and some of the spare canvas, contrived to set out a studding-sail on the other side of the mast.
Hazel thanked him warmly.

"But, oh, Cooper! Cooper!" said he, "I'd give all I have in the world if that bread and water were on board the cutter instead of the long-boat." The cutter had now two wings instead of one; the water bubbling loud under her bows marked her increased speed, and all fear of being greatly outsailed by her consort began to subside.
A slight sea-fret came on and obscured the sea in part; but they had a good lantern and compass, and steered the course exactly all night, according to Wylie's orders, changing the helmsman every four hours.
Mr.Hazel, without a word, put a rug round Miss Rolleston's shoulders, and another round her feet.
"Oh, not both, sir, please," said she.
"Am I to be disobeyed by everybody ?" said he.
Then she submitted in silence, and in a certain obsequious way that was quite new and well calculated to disarm anger.
Sooner or later all slept, except the helmsman.
At daybreak Mr.Hazel was wakened by a loud hail from a man in the bows.
All the sleepers started up.
"Long-boat not in sight!" It was too true.

The ocean was blank.

Not a sail, large or small, in sight.
Many voices spoke at once.
"He has carried on till he has capsized her." "He has given us the slip." Unwilling to believe so great a calamity, every eye peered and stared all over the sea.

In vain.