"Get up ze mainsail and break out ze hook!" the Frenchman shouted. "And den¹ tail on to ze Reindeer²! No side-lights!"  
"Come! Cast off those gaskets—lively!" 'Frisco Kid ordered. "Now lay on to the peak-halyards—there, that rope—cast it off the pin. And don't hoist³ ahead of me. There! Make fast! We 'll stretch it afterwards. Run aft and come in on the main-sheet! Shove the helm up!"
 
Under the sudden driving power of the mainsail, the Dazzler strained and tugged⁴ at her anchor like an impatient horse till the muddy iron left the bottom with a rush and she was free.
 
"Let go the sheet! Come for'ard again and lend a hand on the chain! Stand by to give her the jib!" 'Frisco Kid the boy who mooned over girls in pictorial⁵ magazines had vanished, and 'Frisco Kid the sailor, strong and dominant⁶, was on deck. He ran aft and tacked⁷ about as the jib rattled⁸ aloft in the hands of Joe, who quickly joined him. Just then the Reindeer, like a monstrous¹⁰ bat, passed to leeward¹¹ of them in the gloom.
 
"Ah, dose boys! Dey take all-a night!" they heard French Pete exclaim, and then the gruff voice of Red Nelson, who said: "Never you mind, Frenchy. I taught the Kid his sailorizing, and I ain't never been ashamed of him yet."
 
The Reindeer was the faster boat, but by spilling the wind from her sails they managed so that the boys could keep them in sight. The breeze came steadily¹³ in from the west, with a promise of early increase. The stars were being blotted¹⁴ out by masses of driving clouds, which indicated a greater velocity¹⁵ in the upper strata¹⁶. 'Frisco Kid surveyed the sky.
 
"Going to have it good and stiff before morning," he said, "just as I told you."
 
Several hours later, both boats stood in for the San Mateo shore, and dropped anchor not more than a cable's-length away. A little wharf¹⁷ ran out, the bare end of which was perceptible to them, though they could discern a small yacht lying moored¹⁸ to a buoy¹⁹ a short distance away.
 
According to their custom, everything was put in readiness for hasty departure. The anchors could be tripped and the sails flung out on a moment's notice. Both skiffs came over noiselessly from the Reindeer. Red Nelson had given one of his two men to French Pete, so that each skiff was doubly manned. They were not a very prepossessing group of men,—at least, Joe did not think so,—for their faces bore a savage²⁰ seriousness which almost made him shiver. The captain of the Dazzler buckled²¹ on his pistol-belt, and placed a rifle and a stout²² double-block tackle in the boat. Then he poured out wine all around, and, standing²³ in the darkness of the little cabin, they pledged success to the expedition. Red Nelson was also armed, while his men wore at their hips²⁴ the customary sailor's sheath-knife. They were very slow and careful to avoid noise in getting into the boats, French Pete pausing long enough to warn the boys to remain quietly aboard and not try any tricks.
 
"Now 'd be your chance, Joe, if they had n't taken the skiff," 'Frisco Kid whispered, when the boats had vanished into the loom¹² of the land.
 
"What 's the matter with the Dazzler?" was the unexpected answer. "We could up sail and away before you could say Jack²⁵ Robinson."
 
'Frisco Kid hesitated. The spirit of comradeship was strong in the lad, and deserting a companion in a pinch could not but be repulsive²⁶ to him.
 
"I don't think it 'd be exactly square to leave them in the lurch²⁷ ashore²⁸," he said. "Of course," he went on hurriedly, "I know the whole thing 's wrong; but you remember that first night, when you came running through the water for the skiff, and those fellows on the bank busy popping away? We did n't leave you in the lurch, did we?"
 
Joe assented²⁹ reluctantly, and then a new thought flashed across his mind. "But they 're pirates—and thieves—and criminals. They 're breaking the law, and you and I are not willing to be lawbreakers. Besides, they 'll not be left. There 's the Reindeer. There 's nothing to prevent them from getting away on her, and they 'll never catch us in the dark."
 
"Come on, then." Though he had agreed, 'Frisco Kid did not quite like it, for it still seemed to savor³⁰ of desertion.
 
They crawled forward and began to hoist the mainsail. The anchor they could slip, if necessary, and save the time of pulling it up. But at the first rattle⁹ of the halyards on the sheaves a warning "Hist!" ca............