“That is well.”

“It’s uncommon, sir,” continued the other.

“She must and can do better, though,” said the young commander, with an air of slight impatience.  “Call the watch below, Mr. Faulkner, we will treat our mistress to a new dress this bright day, and flatter her pride a little; she is of the coquette school, and will bear a little dalliance.”

“Ay, ay, sir,” responded the officer, without further parley, walking forward to the fore hatch, and with a few quick blows with a handspike, and a clear call, he summoned that portion of the crew whose hours of release from duty permitted them below.  The signal rang sharply through the ship, and caused an instant response.

A score of dark forms issued forth from the forecastle, embracing representatives from nearly half the nations of the globe; but they were sturdy sailors, and used to obey the word of command, men to be relied upon in an emergency, rough in exterior, but within either soft as women or hard as steel, according to the occasion.

Now it was that an observer not conversant with the “Sea Witch,” and looking at her from a distance, would have naturally concluded that she was most appropriately named, for how else could her singular manouvres and the result that followed be explained?  Suddenly the mizzen royal disappeared, followed by the top-gallant sail, topsail, and cross-jack courses, seeming to melt away under the eye like a misty veil, while, almost in a moment of time, there appeared a spanker, gaff topsail and gaff top-gallantsail in their place, while the vessel still held on her course.

A moment later, and the royal top-gallantsail, topsail and mainsail disappear from the main mast, upon which appears a regular fore and aft suit of canvass, consisting of mainsail, gaff topsail, and gaff top-gallantsail, reducing the vessel to a square rig forward, and a plain fore and aft rig aft.  A few minutes more, and the foremast passed through the same metamorphose, leaving the “Sea Witch” a three-masted schooner, with fore and aft sails on every mast and every stay.  All this had been accomplished with a celerity that showed the crew to be no strangers to the manouvres through which they had just passed, each man requiring to work with marked intelligence.  Fifty well drilled men, thorough sea dogs, can turn a five hundred ton ship “inside out,” if the controlling mind understands his position on the quarter-deck.

“She wears that dress as though it suited her taste exactly, Mr. Faulkner,” said the captain, running his eye over the vessel, and glancing over the side to mark her headway.

“Any rig becomes the ‘Sea Witch,’” answered the officer, with evident pride.

“That is true,” returned the captain.  “Luff, sir, luff a bit, so, well,” he continued to the man at the helm; “we will have all of her weatherly points that site will give.”

“The wind is rather more unsteady than it was an hour past,” said Mr. Faulkner.