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"
Captain
,
"
said
John
,
running
to
Will
Halley
,
"
we
are
on
the
breakers
.
"
Whether
or
not
he
saw
Halley
shrug
his
shoulders
is
of
very
little
importance
.
But
he
hurried
to
the
helm
,
put
it
hard
down
,
while
Wilson
,
leaving
the
line
,
hauled
at
the
main-topsail
brace
to
bring
the
ship
to
the
wind
.
The
man
who
was
steering
received
a
smart
blow
,
and
could
not
comprehend
the
sudden
attack
.
"
Let
her
go
!
Let
her
go
!
"
said
the
young
captain
,
working
her
to
get
away
from
the
reefs
.
For
half
a
minute
the
starboard
side
of
the
vessel
was
turned
toward
them
,
and
,
in
spite
of
the
darkness
,
John
could
discern
a
line
of
foam
which
moaned
and
gleamed
four
fathoms
away
.
At
this
moment
,
Will
Halley
,
comprehending
the
danger
,
lost
his
head
.
His
sailors
,
hardly
sobered
,
could
not
understand
his
orders
.
His
incoherent
words
,
his
contradictory
orders
showed
that
this
stupid
sot
had
quite
lost
his
self-control
.
He
was
taken
by
surprise
at
the
proximity
of
the
land
,
which
was
eight
miles
off
,
when
he
thought
it
was
thirty
or
forty
miles
off
.
The
currents
had
thrown
him
out
of
his
habitual
track
,
and
this
miserable
slave
of
routine
was
left
quite
helpless
.
Still
the
prompt
maneuver
of
John
Mangles
succeeded
in
keeping
the
Macquarie
off
the
breakers
.
But
John
did
not
know
the
position
.
For
anything
he
could
tell
he
was
girdled
in
by
reefs
.
The
wind
blew
them
strongly
toward
the
east
,
and
at
every
lurch
they
might
strike
.
In
fact
,
the
sound
of
the
reef
soon
redoubled
on
the
starboard
side
of
the
bow
.
They
must
luff
again
.
John
put
the
helm
down
again
and
brought
her
up
.
The
breakers
increased
under
the
bow
of
the
vessel
,
and
it
was
necessary
to
put
her
about
to
regain
the
open
sea
.
Whether
she
would
be
able
to
go
about
under
shortened
sail
,
and
badly
trimmed
as
she
was
,
remained
to
be
seen
,
but
there
was
nothing
else
to
be
done
.
"
Helm
hard
down
!
"
cried
Mangles
to
Wilson
.
The
Macquarie
began
to
near
the
new
line
of
reefs
:
in
another
moment
the
waves
were
seen
dashing
on
submerged
rocks
.
It
was
a
moment
of
inexpressible
anxiety
.
The
spray
was
luminous
,
just
as
if
lit
up
by
sudden
phosphorescence
.
The
roaring
of
the
sea
was
like
the
voice
of
those
ancient
Tritons
whom
poetic
mythology
endowed
with
life
.
Wilson
and
Mulrady
hung
to
the
wheel
with
all
their
weight
.
Some
cordage
gave
way
,
which
endangered
the
foremast
.
It
seemed
doubtful
whether
she
would
go
about
without
further
damage
.
