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Captains Courageous

CHAPTER III
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It drove steadily and in wreaths, curling and smoking along the colourless water.

The men stopped dressing-down without a word.

Long Jack and Uncle Salters slipped the windlass brakes into their sockets, and began to heave up the anchor; the windlass jarring as the wet hempen cable strained on the barrel.

Manuel and Tom Platt gave a hand at the last.
The anchor came up with a sob, and the riding-sail bellied as Troop steadied her at the wheel.

"Up jib and foresail," said he.
"Slip 'em in the smother," shouted Long Jack, making fast the jib-sheet, while the others raised the clacking, rattling rings of the foresail; and the foreboom creaked as the _We're Here_ looked up into the wind and dived off into blank, whirling white.
"There's wind behind this fog," said Troop.
It was wonderful beyond words to Harvey; and the most wonderful part was that he heard no orders except an occasional grunt from Troop, ending with, "That's good, my son!" "Never seen anchor weighed before ?" said Tom Platt, to Harvey gaping at the damp canvas of the foresail.
"No.


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