He shouted back: "She'll never do it, sir; not in this sea."

We should have to try anyway; so we rolled up and lashed the foot of

that huge sail as firmly as we could, and, having done that, all four of

us clapped on to the main-halyard purchase and slowly raised the big

yard about three feet. What canvas was now free lashed about

ferociously, giving us stern way.

"Stand by your main sheets," I yelled. "Stand by to ease and haul your

tiller hard a-starboard."

Dobson and Wiggins dashed aft to obey, and, as the rudder was put over,

our bows began to pay off from the gale, and, doing so, the full force

of it broke on the beam; that scrap of sail filled, and bore us over

until our bows were buried in the sea.

"Midships the helm!" I shouted, and watched to see how the dhow would

behave. A squall struck her, and a wave of great height, leaping over

us, surged on board--solid water. The dhow heeled over till we could

not stand, and those lashings round the foot of the sail gave way like

pistol shots, one after the other; the whole of that huge sail shot out

like a balloon, and we gave a tremendous lurch.

Where the bows had been was now a churning mass of water; the lee

gunwale and the foot of the lee shrouds were out of sight; I was up to

my waist in water; one of the Arabs was washed overboard, and the

nakhoda would have been had he not been lashed to that ringbolt.

I struggled to the main sheet, yelling to Dobson to ease it, but it was

under water and had jammed; no one could get at it.

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