"We'll wear her now and heave her to on the starboard tack," said the 'old man.' "This is going to be a fair perisher."
As Dixon had been throwing out hints all night that he ought to do that or run, he was glad to hear it. They waited for a smooth, and put the helm up.
"Square the after yards!" roared the skipper; and they squared away, keeping the sails lifting.
"Isn't it wonderful?" said Ruddle. "I do wish I understood it. I wonder what they are doing it for?"
"Square the foreyard!" yelled the captain; and they did so, and got the staysail sheet over, and by proper management she came up on the other tack with her nose pointing N.N.E. They hauled up what was now the weather clew of the foresail, and the second mate and the men jumped aloft and furled it.
"Oh, dear," said Mr. Ruddle, "how dreadful to see them up there! I can't believe that I ever did it, Chadwick."
But the Wave was carrying her topsails, and though they were reefed she was scooting with her lee-rail awash. As soon as the foresail was
