ing over us that they would only get wet instead of dry."

Soon after the waterspout had burst, the boat's head had been brought
round again as near to the northward as the easterly wind would permit;
but, towards evening, as the breeze grew stronger and stronger, and the
sea rose in mountainous billows, just the same almost as on the day on
which they bade good-bye to the _Sea Rover_, they were obliged to let
her off a point or two and scud before the gale.

It was a day of surprises; for, just as night was closing in, Jonathan--
who took the station of lookout man in the fore-sheets, while David
steered, being more at home with the rudder oar than his friend--
observed something white, standing out in relief against the dark
background of the horizon, which was piled up with a wrack of blue-black
storm-clouds.

"I say, David!" he shouted out, "what is this white thing in front--is
it another waterspout, or a squall, or what?"

"I'll soon tell you," said David, standing up in the stern-sheets to get
a better view. But he had no sooner looked than he dropped down again
in his seat as if he had been shot, and turned as pale as a ghost, as he
exclaimed hysterically, half laughing, half crying, "A sail! a sail!"

STORY THREE, CHAPTER SIX.

IN EXTREMITY.

"What? a ship really?" said Jonathan, sharing the other's excitement.
"Oh, I'm so glad, so glad!"

"Yes," said David, recovering a bit from his hysterical fit, and
speaking in a more collected manner. "But she's crossing our course,
and if she does not see us and take in sail, I'm afraid we won't be able
to catch her up!"

What was a gale to those in the cutter, with a gunwale hardly a foot
above the surface of the water, was only just a fair wind to the
full-rigged ship which was sailing on a bowline away from them almost
hull-down on the horizon, with all her canvas spread that could draw, to
take advantage of the breeze.

The boat's head was pointed right towards the vessel, whose course was
nearly at right angles to theirs, and David put the helm up to bring
them nearer the wind so that they might intercept her; but the cutter
dipped so much in the waves, and shipped such a lot of water, that he
had to let fall off again and run free, much to his mortification, as
the stranger was steadily ploughing her way ahead; and, proceeding in
the direction they did, they would fetch far to leeward of her.

"Oh, it's cruel," said Jonathan, "to sail away like th