The next, all was foam and fury, and both were out of sight.

The men sheered off, flinging overboard the line as fast as they could; while ahead, nothing was seen but a red whirlpool of blood and brine.
Presently, a dark object swam out; the line began to straighten; then smoked round the loggerhead, and, quick as thought, the boat sped like an arrow through the water.

They were "fast," and the whale was running.
Where was the Mowree?
His brown hand was on the boat's gunwale; and he was hauled aboard in the very midst of the mad bubbles that burst under the bows.
Such a man, or devil, if you will, was Bembo..