The long coils of rope were thrown upon the deck and seized by the groups of seamen detailed for the purpose; while the rigging shook under the quick steps of the alert topmen springing up the ratlines, swarming over the tops, and laying out on the yards, without a thought of the giddy elevation, in their intense rivalry each to be first.
"The main royal also, Mr.Seymour," continued the captain.

"I think she will bear it; 'tis a new and good stick." "Ay, ay, sir.

Main topgallant yard there." "Sir ?" "Aloft, one of you, and loose the royal as well." "Ay, ay, sir." After a few moments of quick work, the officers of the various masts indicated their readiness for the next order by saying, in rapid succession,-- "All ready the fore, sir." "All ready the main, sir." "All ready the mizzen, sir." "Handsomely now, and all together.

I want those Frenchmen there to see how smartly we can do this," said the captain, in reply, addressing Seymour in a tone perfectly audible over the ship.
"Let fall! Lay in! Sheet home! Hoist away! Tend the braces there!" shouted the first lieutenant.
Amid the creaking of blocks, the straining of cordage, and the lusty heaving of the men, with the shrill pipes of the boatswain and his mates for an accompaniment, the sheets were hauled home on the yards, the yards rose on their respective masts, and the light sails, the braces being hauled taut, bellied out in the strong breeze, adding materially to the speed of the ship.
"Lay down from aloft," cried the lieutenant, when all was over.
"Ay, that will do," remarked the captain.

"We go better already.