Jim told me he darted desperate looks like a cornered man, gave one low wail, and dashed off.

He was back instantly clambering, hammer in hand, and without a pause flung himself at the bolt.

The others gave up Jim at once and ran off to assist.
He heard the tap, tap of the hammer, the sound of the released chock falling over.

The boat was clear.

Only then he turned to look--only then.