"There is three feet of water," he cried, "and the pumps sucked dry yesterday at sundown." "Hiram Jefferson and John Moreton to the pumps!" cried the captain.
"Mr.Tomlinson, clear away the long-boat and let us see if we may set her right, though I fear that she is past mending." "The long-boat has stove two planks," cried a seaman.
"The jolly-boat, then ?" "She is in three pieces." The mate tore his hair, but Ephraim Savage smiled like a man who is gently tickled by some coincidence.
"Where is Amos Green ?" "Here, Captain Ephraim.

What can I do ?" "And I ?" asked De Catinat eagerly.

Adele and her father had been wrapped in mantles and placed for shelter in the lee of the round house.
"Tell him he can take his spell at the pumps," said the Captain to Amos.
"And you, Amos, you are a handy man with a tool.

Get into yonder long-boat with a lantern and see if you cannot patch her up." For half an hour Amos Green hammered and trimmed and caulked, while the sharp measured clanking of the pumps sounded above the dash of the seas.
Slowly, very slowly, the bows of the brigantine were settling down, and her stern cocking up.
"You've not much time, Amos, lad," said the captain quietly.
"She'll float now, though she's not quite water-tight." "Very good.

Lower away! Keep up the pump in there! Mr.Tomlinson, see that provisions and water are ready, as much as she will hold.