There! Jump to the halyard.
I've got the sheet." Dan Dalzell began to hoist with a will.

In an incredibly short time he had the sail hoisted all the way up, while Darrin, stern and whitefaced, crouched and braced himself by the tiller, gripping the sheet with his left hand.
In a twinkling Darrin had the wind in his canvas.

They had nearly a fair wind as they bounded away from the float.
During these few instants of preparation neither Belle nor Laura had spoken.

Both girls realized the gravity of the situation, and they knew that a word from them might distract the rescuers from the work in hand.
Knowing that he had the high, fast wind with him, Dave steered straight for the last spot where he had seen the motor launch.

Though the boat was no longer visible, and the distance too great for seeing the heads of the swimmers, if there were any, Darrin had taken his bearings by trees on the further shore upstream.
At first, to keep the sailboat from capsizing, the young skipper at the helm let the sheet well out.