Besides, there was no false sentiment about her feeling.
She was agreed that the most rigorous treatment was necessary if we were to escape, though she recoiled at the suggestion that I might some time be compelled to take his life to save my own--"our own," she put it.
In the morning we had breakfast and were at work by daylight.

I found a light kedge anchor in the fore-hold, where such things were kept; and with a deal of exertion got it on deck and into the boat.

With a long running-line coiled down in the stem, I rowed well out into our little cove and dropped the anchor into the water.

There was no wind, the tide was high, and the schooner floated.

Casting off the shore-lines, I kedged her out by main strength (the windlass being broken), till she rode nearly up and down to the small anchor--too small to hold her in any breeze.