A smack hove up under the stern of the schooner, and our skipper said gravely, "That Brixham man's mad to try sailing that vessel.

If one puff comes any harder than the last, he'll be hove down." Then the skipper turned to look forward, and Ferrier followed him.

A low, strangled moan made them both start and look down the companion.

Marion Dearsley, pointing with convulsively rigid arm, exclaimed, "The vessel--oh, the poor men!" That smack was hove down, and her mainsail was held by the weight of water.
"I expect we must carry away something, but I'm going down to him.

Jump to the wheel, sir, and cast that lashing.