to Jack Robinson, but he only answered, "Very good."
"Can any of the three men navigate the sloop?" he inquired.
"Not that I'm aware of," said Murray; "but you know something of navigation, yourself, don't you?"
"Pooh! nonsense. Have you never sailed a boat?"
"Well, it's the same thing. If a squall comes, keep a steady hand on the helm and a sharp eye to wind'ard, and you're safe as the Bank. If it's too strong for you, loose the halyards, let the sheets fly, and down with the helm; the easiest thing in the world if you only look alive and don't get flurried."
"Very good," said Jack, and as he said so his pipe went out; so he knocked out the ashes and refilled it.
Next morning our hero rowed away with his three men, and soon discovered the creek of which his friend had spoken. Here he found the sloop, a clumsy "tub" of about twenty tons burden, and here Jack's troubles began.
The Fairy, as the sloop was