Of the steamer herself nothing was to be seen.
We had been loafing along, till now, our sails shaking half the time and spilling the wind; and twice, for short periods, we had been hove to.
But there was no more loafing.

Sheets were trimmed, and Wolf Larsen proceeded to put the _Ghost_ through her paces.

We ran past our line of boats and bore down upon the first weather boat of the other line.
"Down that flying jib, Mr.Van Weyden," Wolf Larsen commanded.

"And stand by to back over the jibs." I ran forward and had the downhaul of the flying jib all in and fast as we slipped by the boat a hundred feet to leeward.

The three men in it gazed at us suspiciously.