. St. Nicholas [serial] . cant count on them. Down dropsa hurricane upon you when you least expect captain piped us out in a hurry, to getin the sails. But the gale was too quick for us,and the topsails were tearing themselves topieces while we were getting in the never heard such a racket before. The windshrieked through the rigging; and the waves,which had come up in a minute, so it seemed,splashed and splattered around us in a terrible touched the sea; what with the banging of theloose sail and the fear of being washed off, wehad a hard time. Rather lively, Corden shouted
. St. Nicholas [serial] . cant count on them. Down dropsa hurricane upon you when you least expect captain piped us out in a hurry, to getin the sails. But the gale was too quick for us,and the topsails were tearing themselves topieces while we were getting in the never heard such a racket before. The windshrieked through the rigging; and the waves,which had come up in a minute, so it seemed,splashed and splattered around us in a terrible touched the sea; what with the banging of theloose sail and the fear of being washed off, wehad a hard time. Rather lively, Corden shouted to do you like it? I dont like it, I howled back. The words were scarcely out of my mouth,and blowing out to sea, when, crash! down webanged into a great wave. I gripped tight andheld on. Rip! Tear! Crash! The topmastgave way. Another wave, another wrench, andthe yard, sail, and all were torn off and sailingabout on their own hook. But the worst of itwas, they had taken Corden and me along. TWO MEN OVERBOARD! IOI3. Here s a pretty kettle of fish! was Cor-dens first remark as his head popped up andhe sputtered out the salt water. Cool chap,that Corden! You can believe we held on to that night was black as pitch. We could ntsee ten feet ahead of us. But now and then alightning-flash gave us a quick glimpse of wavesand more waves, but no ship. She probablywas scudding away under bare poles at therate of a mile a minute. Well, we did nt enjoy that night. EvenCorden had nt much to say, and he is a s an American, and always tells a big-ger story thanthe other is some-where awayon the Chinacoast now, Ithink. When theday broke wewere glad to seethe light, thoughit did nt helpmatters , it s a kindof satisfaction tobe able to see ex-actly how thingsare. All that daythe sea was stillsomewhat highthough the windhad gone downas quickly as ithad come up. What possi-ble escape couldthere be for us?That was thequestion. I putit to Corden. Just ho
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