to the ship-yard, and clambered on board the pinnace, with a view to take care of her.  The distance between the point where Mark now stood and the Neshamony exceeded half a mile, and communication with the voice would have been next to impossible, had the wind not blown as it did.  With the roaring of the seas, and the howling of the gale, it was of course entirely out of the question.  Mark, however, could see his friend, and see that he was gesticulating, in the most earnest manner, for himself to join him.  Then it was he first perceived that the pinnace was in motion, seeming to move on her ways.  Presently the blockings were washed from under her, and the boat went astern half her length at a single surge.  Mark made a bound down the hill, intending to throw himself into the racing surf, and to swim off to the aid of Betts; but, pausing an instant to choose a spot at which to get down the steep, he looked towards the ship-yard, and saw the pinnace lifted on a sea, and washed fairly clear of the land!

Chapter IX.

    “Man’s rich with little, were his judgments true;
    Nature is frugal, and her wants are few;
    These few wants answered bring sincere delights,
    But fools create themselves new appetites.”

    Young.

It would have been madness in Mark to pursue his intention.  A boat, or craft of any sort, once adrift in such a gale, could not have been overtaken by even one of those islanders who are known to pass half their lives in the water; and the young man sunk down on the rock, almost gasping for breath in the intensity of his distress.  He felt more for Bob than he did for himself, for escape with life appeared to him to be a forlorn hope for his friend.  Nevertheless, the sturdy old sea-dog who was cast adrift, amid the raging of the elements, comported himself in a way to do credit to his training.  There was nothing like despair in his manner of proceeding; but so coolly and intelligently did he set about taking care of his craft, that Mark soon found himself a curious and interested observer of all he did, feeling quite as much of admiration for Bob’s steadiness and skill, as concern for his danger.

Betts knew too well the uselessness of throwing over his kedge to attempt anchoring.  Nor was it safe to keep the boat in the trough of the sea, his wisest course being to run before the gale until he was clear of the rocks, when he might endeavour to lie-to, if his craft would bear it.  In driving off the Reef the Neshamony had gone stern foremost, almost as a matter of course, vessels usually being laid down with their bows towards the land.  No sooner did the honest old salt find he was fairly adrift, therefore, than he jumped into the stern-sheets and put the helm down.  With stern-way on her, this caused the bows of the craft to fall off; and, as she came broadside to the gale, Mark thought she would fall over, also.  Some idea could be formed of the power of the wind, in the fact that this sloop-rigged craft, without a rag of sail set, and with scarce any hamper aloft, no sooner caught the currents of air abeam, than she lay down to it, as one commonly sees such craft do under their canvas in stiff breezes.