It was a moment of anxiety, for the _Ghost_ was rushing directly upon the beach, a stone's throw distant.

But she swung obediently on her heel into the wind.

There was a great fluttering and flapping of canvas and reef-points, most welcome to my ears, then she filled away on the other tack.
Maud had finished her task and come aft, where she stood beside me, a small cap perched on her wind-blown hair, her cheeks flushed from exertion, her eyes wide and bright with the excitement, her nostrils quivering to the rush and bite of the fresh salt air.

Her brown eyes were like a startled deer's.

There was a wild, keen look in them I had never seen before, and her lips parted and her breath suspended as the _Ghost_, charging upon the wall of rock at the entrance to the inner cove, swept into the wind and filled away into safe water.
My first mate's berth on the sealing grounds stood me in good stead, and I cleared the inner cove and laid a long tack along the shore of the outer cove.