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poop, his mate cried, “Come, my hearts, heave up your anchor! Come one and all! Who says Amen? O brave hearts, the anchor a-peak!”

“Yea, yea!”

“Heave out your topsails!—Haul your sheets! — Let fall your foresail! — You at the helm, there, steer steady before the wind!”

On all the vessels in the harbour, and all along the quay and the streets, men had stopped their work to see the Rose of Devon sail. But though most of them stood idle and silent, there was a sudden flurry on the quay where but now she had been lying, and two men burst out, calling after her and waving their arms.

"'T is the beadle and the constable,” the men muttered. ‘‘Who of us hath got to sea to escape the law?”

The mate turned to the master, but the master firmly shook his head. ‘‘Come, seize the tide,” he called. ‘‘We will stay for no man.”

‘‘Heave out the foretopsail — heave out the main topsail — haul home your topsail sheets!”

The men aloft let the lesser sails fall; the men on deck sheeted them home and hoisted them up. The mate kept bawling a multitude of orders: ‘‘Haul in the cable there and coil it in small fakes! Haul the cat! A bitter! Belay! Luff, my man, luff! You, there, with the shank painter, make fast your anchor!”

Then came the voice of the master, which always his mate echoed, ‘‘Let fall your mainsail!” And the echo, “‘Let fall your mainsail!” “Yea, yea!” “On with your bonnets and drabblers!”’ And again came the echo from the mate, ‘‘On with your bonnets and drabblers!”