At last the coxswain shouted out, "Make sail!"  The mast was stepped, and a double-reefed foresail and mizen were set.  The boat could scarcely carry a smaller sail out; even with that she heeled over.  Her head was now pointed towards the wreck, which seemed farther and farther off; indeed, we could only occasionally get a glimpse of her as we rose on the summits of the seas.  How fearful must have been the anxiety of those on board the wreck!  They might possibly have seen the boat; but if they did they might have feared that she would not reach them, or that they would not be able to get on board her before their ship went to pieces.  At length the bank was reached which must be crossed before the wreck could be gained.  The sea here was breaking tremendously; the waves leaping and clashing together, gave the water the appearance of a huge boiling cauldron.  The boat seemed literally struggling for life; now the water poured in on one side, now on the other, as she rolled to starboard or port.