Noll came to his feet, cat-like. "By God, you're all cowards. I'll bring
her in. I'll bring her in, I say...." He shook Faith away, went up to
the deck with Dan'l at his heels. The _Sally_, riding high as whalers
do, was reasonably dry; but she was fighting desperately in the gale,
racking her rigging. The wind seemed to clear Noll's head; he looked
about, aloft.... Bellowed an order to get sail on her....