"That mast goes in to-day." Everything was ready for the attempt.

Carrying the boom-tackle to the windlass, I hoisted the mast nearly clear of the deck.

Making this tackle fast, I took to the windlass the shears-tackle (which was connected with the end of the boom), and with a few turns had the mast perpendicular and clear.
Maud clapped her hands the instant she was relieved from holding the turn, crying: "It works! It works! We'll trust our lives to it!" Then she assumed a rueful expression.
"It's not over the hole," she add.

"Will you have to begin all over ?" I smiled in superior fashion, and, slacking off on one of the boom-guys and taking in on the other, swung the mast perfectly in the centre of the deck.

Still it was not over the hole.