hands in the boat
laid in their oars and, rising to their feet, cleverly sprang into the
main chains as the brig gave a heavy lee-roll.

"Haul taut fore and aft, my hearties," shouted Leslie, balancing himself
on the lee rail and grasping a backstay, as he anxiously watched the
dancing boat. "Out you come, Chips, and you also, Tom. Capital! Now,
hoist away fore and aft; up with her smartly, lads, while this lee-roll
is on! Good! very neatly done! Catch a turn, now, for a moment; and
you, Chips, jump into her again, and pass out the dog. Take care that
you don't drop him overboard! Well done! Now hoist away again, men.
Well, there; two blocks; Belay! Haul taut and make fast your gripes.
Good dog, then; poor old fellow! Why you are just skin and bone, as
Chips said. Never mind, old chap, your troubles are over now, and we
will soon set you on your pins again. Here, steward, bring along some
water for this dog--not too much to start with; and give him a little
food. Now, carpenter, what were you able to make out aboard there?
Fill your main-topsail, lads, and bring her to her course."

Meanwhile, Miss Trevor was on her knees beside the dog--a magnificent
black Newfoundland--patting his head, and speaking loving words to him;
to which attentions the poor beast responded by whining pitifully as he
licked her hands and slapped the deck feebly with his tail. When the
steward brought the food and water she took them from him and herself
gave them to the dog, allowing him first to drink a little, and then to
take a mouthful or two of food; then another drink, and then more food,
and so on, until he had taken as much as she thought good for him for a
first meal.

"Well, sir," responded the carpenter, as he turned to walk aft with
Leslie, "there wasn't much to learn aboard that there hooker beyond what
you could see for yourselves from the deck of this brig. I 'low she was
hove down upon her beam-ends in a squall, some time durin' the night,
most likely; and then they had to cut away her masts to right her again.
Anyhow, her masts was cut away, that's sartin', because the lanyards of
the riggin' showed the clean cuts of the tomahawks clear enough. And I
reckon that, when she was hove over, she started butt, or somethin' o'
that sort, because she was full o' water, and it was only her cargo--
whatever it may ha' been--that kept her afloat. She'd been a fine ship
in her time, her cabin bein' fitted up most beautif