They hung back for a moment before the stuff that was in them showed itself; then Dan lurched out, and said—
"I go!"
Billy Eightbells followed.
"And I," said he, "if it's the Old One himself."
"And I," said Piping Jack.
"And I," said Planks, the carpenter.
"Come on, then, and take your knives in your belts. Skipper, put about and show another light."
He obeyed mechanically, saying nothing; but he was a brave man, I knew. It was our luck to find that the boat went away from the davits with no more than a couple of buckets of water in her; and in two minutes' time the men were giving way, and we rose and fell to the still choppy sea, while the green spray ran from our oilskins in gallons. In this way we made a couple of hundred yards in the direction we judged the yacht would turn, and lit a flash. It showed her a quarter of a mile away, jibbing round and coming into the wind again.
"We shall catch her on the tack if she holds her bearing," said Dan, "and be aboard in ten minutes."
"What then?" said Billy.
"Ay, what then?" echoed the others.
"But it's a friend of the guv'nor's," repeated Dan, "and he's in danger—no common danger, neither. Please God, we all get to port again."
