another thing for a man to catch hold o' that rope, and swing himself by it over the edge of a precipice!"
The energy with which he said this, and the action with which it was accompanied, were too much for Bill. He sank back with a deep groan. As if the very elements sympathized with this man's sufferings, a low moan came sweeping over the sea.
"Hist! Ralph," said Bill, opening his eyes; "there's a squall coming, lad. Look alive, boy. Clew up the foresail. Drop the mainsail peak. Them squalls come quick sometimes."
I had already started to my feet, and saw that a heavy squall was indeed bearing down on us. It had hitherto escaped my notice, owing to my being so much engrossed by our conversation. I instantly did as Bill desired, for the schooner was still lying motionless on the glassy sea. I observed with some satisfaction that the squall was bearing down on the larboard bow, so that it would strike the vessel in the position in which she would be best able to stand the shock. Having done my best to shorten sail, I returned aft, and took my stand at the helm.
"Now, boy," said Bill, in a faint voice, "keep her close to the wind."
A few seconds afterwards he said, "Ralph, let me hear those the texts again."
I repeated them.
"Are ye sure, lad, ye saw them in the Bible?"
"Quite sure," I replied.
Almost before the words had left my lips the wind burst upon us, and the spray dashed over our decks. For a time the schooner stood it bravely, and sprang forward against the rising sea like a war-horse. Meanwhile clouds darkened the sky, and the sea began to rise in huge bil-
