"Mr. Van Weyden, stand by to pass the head-sails over."
"The wind was now dead astern, muttering and puffing stronger and stronger, and my head-sails were pounding lustily."
"At the end of a swift half-mile she rounded to, with head-sails trimming down and with a great flapping of main and mizzen, and dropped anchor in fifty feet of water so clear that every huge fluted clamshell was visible on the coral floor."