"Anything more?" asked Wicks.
"What sort of a place is it inside?" inquired Trent,
sudden as though Wicks had touched a spring.
"It's a good enough lagoon--a few horses" heads, but
nothing to mention," answered Wicks.
"I've a good mind to go in," said Trent. "I was new
rigged in China; it's given very bad, and I'm getting
frightened for my sticks. We could set it up as good
as new in a day. For I daresay your lot would turn to
and give us a hand?"
"You see if we don't," said Wicks.
"So be it, then," concluded Trent. "A stitch in time
saves nine."
They returned on deck; Wicks cried the news to the
Currency Lasses; the foretopsail was filled again, and
the brig ran into the lagoon lively, the whale-boat
dancing in her wake, and came to single anchor off
Middle Brooks Island before eight. She was boarded by
the castaways, breakfast was served, the baggage slung
on board and piled in the waist, and all hands turned
to upon the rigging. All day the work continued, the
two crews rivalling each other in expense of strength.
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