She had to tack.

If she had been a steamer, the case would have been different.

We all sat and waited, and waved our flag.
She came nearer and nearer, and it was soon plain enough that she saw us.

The captain told us that it was all right now--all we had to do was to keep up our courage, and we'd soon be on board the bark.

But when the men who were holding the pole let it down, he told them to put it up again.