The men on the bark knew better than that.

They let out some two or three hundred feet of line and lay to, with their sails fluttering in the wind.
Then they began to haul us in.

I don't remember much more of what happened just about this time.

It was all a daze of high black hull and tossing waves, and men overhead, and ropes coming down, and seeing Corny hauled up into the air.

After a while, I was hauled up, and Rectus went before me.