Almost as quickly as the foremast had been stripped of the square rig it had at first borne, it was once more clothed again with its topsail and mainsail, and in less than fifteen minutes the “Sea Witch” was under a cloud of canvass, with studd’nsails out on both sides, while the fore and aft sails on the main and mizzen were boomed out wing and wing dead before the wind.  The staysails and jibs were hauled down now as useless, and the vessel flew like a courser.  The change of wind had brought the sea up, and the vessel had a gradual roll, causing the waves now and then to come gracefully in over the waist, while the extreme fore and aft parts of the handsome craft were perfectly dry.

“It has set her to waltzing, Mr. Faulkner,” said his superior; “but she improves her speed upon to it, and I think the breeze freshens from this new quarter.”

“Yes, sir.  Do you see the long bank of white hereaway to the south-southwest; it looks like a fog bank, but may be a squall,” said the mate.

“There are few squalls in these latitudes, Mr. Faulkner, and yet I don’t like the looks of the weather in the southern board,” said the captain, as he gazed to windward, with a quick, searching glance.

While he spoke, the wind came fresher and fresher, and now and then a damp puff and lull, that were too significant tokens for a seaman to disregard.  Captain Ratlin jumped upon the inner braces of the taffrail, and shading his eyes with his hands for a moment, looked steadily to windward, then glanced at his well-filled sails as though he was loth to lose even a minute of such a fair wind.  He delayed, however, but a second, when jumping down to the deck again, he issued his orders in those brief but significant tones of voice, which at the same time imparts promptness and confidence in a waiting crew on shipboard.

“In studd’nsails, gaff-topsails, fore royal and top-gallantsails, with a will, men, cheerily, cheerily O!”

These were tones that the crew of the “Sea Witch” were no strangers to, and sounds they loved, for they betokened a thorough and complete feeling of confidence between commander and men, and they worked with spirit.

“Lay aft here, and brail the spanker up!” continued the captain, promptly.

“Ay, ay, sir!” was the response of a half dozen ready hands, as they sprang to do his bidding.

The vessel was thus, by the consummation of these orders, quickly reduced to her mainsail, foresail, and foretopsail, while she flew before the on-coming gale at the rate of seventeen or eighteen knots an hour, being actually much faster than the sea.  It was now evident to every one on board that a severe gale of wind was gathering, and its force was momentarily more powerfully exercised upon the vessel.

“She staggers under it, Mr. Faulkner,” said his superior, with a calmness that evinced perfect self-reliance and coolness, while he regarded the increasing gale.