I cut no more than was necessary, and what with passing the long ropes under and around the booms and masts, of unreeving the halyards and sheets, of coiling down in the boat and uncoiling in order to pass through another knot in the bight, I was soon wet to the skin.
The sails did require some cutting, and the canvas, heavy with water, tried my strength severely; but I succeeded before nightfall in getting it all spread out on the beach to dry.

We were both very tired when we knocked off for supper, and we had done good work, too, though to the eye it appeared insignificant.
Next morning, with Maud as able assistant, I went into the hold of the _Ghost_ to clear the steps of the mast-butts.

We had no more than begun work when the sound of my knocking and hammering brought Wolf Larsen.
"Hello below!" he cried down the open hatch.
The sound of his voice made Maud quickly draw close to me, as for protection, and she rested one hand on my arm while we parleyed.
"Hello on deck," I replied.

"Good-morning to you." "What are you doing down there ?" he demanded.

"Trying to scuttle my ship for me ?" "Quite the opposite; I'm repairing her," was my answer.
"But what in thunder are you repairing ?" There was puzzlement in his voice.
"Why, I'm getting everything ready for re-stepping the masts," I replied easily, as though it were the simplest project imaginable.
"It seems as though you're standing on your own legs at last, Hump," we heard him say; and then for some time he was silent.
"But I say, Hump," he called down.