We won't shift jibs just yet, until we see whether the breeze is going to freshen." It was not long before the increasing heel of the craft, and rustle of water along her side, told that she was travelling faster.
"The wind is freeing her a bit, sir.

It has shifted a good half point in the last ten minutes." "That is a comfort," Frank said.

"You may as well heave the log.

I should like to know how she is going before I turn in." "Seven knots, sir," the mate reported.

"That is pretty fair, considering how close-hauled she is." "Well, I will turn in now.