Then, when she reached midships and the foremost fiend was almost upon her, the mightiest of all the billows descended and swept her off into the cruel waters.

Her pursuers, saving themselves only by great effort, held to the rigging and stared after the girl.

They leaned far over the ship's rocking side and each looked from under a spread hand.
For a distressing interval the heroine battled with the waves, but her frail strength availed her little.

She raised a despairing face for an instant to the camera and its agony was illumined.

Then the dread waters closed above her.