"Back your jib to wind'ard!" He sprang aft, scattering a cluster of return boys right and left.
"Hey! You fella boat's crew! Come in spanker sheet! Flatten her down good fella!" He darted a look into the binnacle and took a hurried compass bearing of the sounds Jerry was making.
"Hard down your wheel!" he ordered the helmsman, then leaped to the wheel and put it down himself, repeating over and over aloud, "Nor'east by east a quarter, nor'east by east a quarter." Back and peering into the binnacle, he listened vainly for another wail from Jerry in the hope of verifying his first hasty bearing.

But not long he waited.

Despite the fact that by his manoeuvre the _Arangi_ had been hove to, he knew that windage and sea-driftage would quickly send her away from the swimming puppy.

He shouted Borckman to come aft and haul in the whaleboat, while he hurried below for his electric torch and a boat compass.
The ketch was so small that she was compelled to tow her one whaleboat astern on long double painters, and by the time the mate had it hauled in under the stern, Van Horn was back.

He was undeterred by the barbed wire, lifting boy after boy of the boat's crew over it and dropping them sprawling into the boat, following himself, as the last, by swinging over on the spanker boom, and calling his last instructions as the painters were cast off.
"Get a riding light on deck, Borckman.