Then the sheet gave with greater ease, and Wolf Larsen was beside me, heaving in alone while I was busied taking up the slack.
"Make fast!" he shouted.

"And come on!" As I followed him, I noted that in spite of rack and ruin a rough order obtained.

The _Ghost_ was hove to.

She was still in working order, and she was still working.

Though the rest of her sails were gone, the jib, backed to windward, and the mainsail hauled down flat, were themselves holding, and holding her bow to the furious sea as well.
I looked for the boat, and, while Wolf Larsen cleared the boat-tackles, saw it lift to leeward on a big sea an not a score of feet away.