Each time the cutter went about, the ladies carried their footstools up to windward, when the vessel was for a moment on an even keel.

When there they were obliged to sit with one hand over the rail, to prevent themselves from sliding down to leeward as the vessel heeled.
"There goes the Chrysalis's topmast," the skipper exclaimed suddenly.

"That does for her chance.

I think I had better get the jib header ready for hoisting, Mr.Carthew; the spar is bending like a whip." "Yes, I think you had better get it up at once, captain.

It is no use running any risk." As the Phantom's big topsail came down, the Osprey's was seen to flutter and then to descend.
"He has only been waiting for us," the captain said.
Carthew made no reply.