Next day, the mast-steps clear and everything in readiness, we started to get the two topmasts aboard.The maintopmast was over thirty feet in length, the foretopmast nearly thirty, and it was of these that I intended making the shears.It was puzzling work.Fastening one end of a heavy tackle to the windlass, and with the other end fast to the butt of the foretopmast, I began to heave.Maud held the turn on the windlass and coiled down the slack.
We were astonished at the ease with which the spar was lifted.It was an improved crank windlass, and the purchase it gave was enormous.Of course, what it gave us in power we paid for in distance; as many times as it doubled my strength, that many times was doubled the length of rope I heaved in.
The tackle dragged heavily across the rail, increasing its drag as the spar arose more and more out of the water, and the exertion on the windlass grew severe.
But when the butt of the topmast was level with the rail, everything came to a standstill.
"I might have known it," I said impatiently."Now we have to do it all over again.""Why not fasten the tackle part way down the mast?" Maud suggested.
"It's what I should have done at first," I answered, hugely disgusted with myself.
Slipping off a turn, I lowered the mast back into the water and fastened the tackle a third of the way down from the butt.In an hour, what of this and of rests between the heaving, I had hoisted it to the point where Icould hoist no more.Eight feet of the butt was above the rail, and I was as far away as ever from getting the spar on board.sat down and pondered the problem.It did not take long.I sprang jubilantly to my feet.
"Now I have it!" I cried."I ought to make the tackle fast at the point of balance.And what we learn of this will serve us with everything else we have to hoist aboard."Once again I undid all my work by lowering the mast into the water.
But I miscalculated the point of balance, so that when I heaved the top of the mast came up instead of the butt.Maud looked despair, but I laughed and said it would do just as well.
Instructing her how to hold the turn and be ready to slack away at command, I laid hold of the mast with my hands and tried to balance it inboard across the rail.When I thought I had it I cried to her to slack away; but the spar righted, despite my efforts, and dropped back toward the water.Again I heaved it up to its old position, for I had now another idea.I remembered the watch-tackle, -- a small double and single block affair, -- and fetched it.
While I was rigging it between the top of the spar and the opposite rail, Wolf Larsen came on the scene.We exchanged nothing more than good mornings, and, though he could not see, he sat on the rail out of the way and followed by the sound all that I did.
Again instructing Maud to slack away at the windlass when gave the word, I proceeded to heave on the watch-tackle.Slowly the mast swung in until it balanced at right angles across the rail; and then I discovered to my amazement that there was no need for Maud to slack away.In fact, the very opposite was necessary.Making the watch-tackle fast, I hove on the windlass and brought in the mast, inch by inch, till its top tilted down to the deck and finally its whole length lay on the deck.
I looked at my watch.It was twelve o'clock.My back was aching sorely, and I felt extremely tired and hungry.And there on the deck was a single stick of timber to show for a whole morning's work.For the first time I thoroughly realized the extent of the task before us.But I was learning, I was learning.The afternoon would show far more accomplished.And it did; for we returned at one o'clock, rested and strengthened by a hearty dinner.
In less than an hour I had the maintopmast on deck and was constructing the shears.Lashing the two topmasts together, and making allowance for their unequal length, at the point of intersection attached the double block of the main throat-halyards.This, with the single block and the throat-halyards themselves, gave me a hoisting tackle.To prevent the butts of the masts from slipping on the deck, I nailed down thick cleats.Everything in readiness, I made a line fast to the apex of the shears and carried it directly to the windlass.I was growing to have faith in that windlass, for it gave me power beyond all expectation.As usual, Maud held the turn while heaved.The shears rose in the air.
Then I discovered I had forgotten guy-ropes.This necessitated my climbing the shears, which I did twice, before I finished guying it fore and aft and to either side.Twilight had set in by the time this was accomplished.
Wolf Larsen, who had sat about and listened all afternoon and never opened his mouth, had taken himself off to the galley and started his supper.
I felt quite stiff across the small of the back, so much so that I straightened up with an effort and with pain.I looked proudly at my work.It was beginning to show.I was wild with desire, like a child with a new toy, to hoist something with my shears.
"I wish it weren't so late," I said."I'd like to see how it works.""Don't be a glutton, Humphrey," Maud chided me."Remember, to- morrow is coming, and you're so tired now that you can hardly stand.""And you?" I said, with sudden solicitude."You must be very tired.
You have worked hard and nobly.I am proud of you, Maud.""Not half so proud as I am of you, nor with half the reason," she answered, looking me straight in the eyes for a moment with an expression in her own and a dancing, tremulous light which I had not seen before and which gave me a pang of quick delight, -- I know not why, for I did not understand it.Then she dropped her eyes, to lift them again, laughing.
"If our friends could see us now," she said."Look at us.Have you ever paused for a moment to consider our appearance?""Yes, I have considered yours, frequently," I answered, puzzling over what I had seen in her eyes and puzzled by her sudden change of subject.
