He changed the course, and I signalled affirmation when the speck showed dead ahead.
It grew larger, and so swiftly that for the first time I fully appreciated the speed of our flight.

Wolf Larsen motioned for me to come down, and when I stood beside him at the wheel gave me instructions for heaving to.
"Expect all hell to break loose," he cautioned me, "but don't mind it.
Yours is to do your own work and to have Cooky stand by the fore-sheet." I managed to make my way forward, but there was little choice of sides, for the weather-rail seemed buried as often as the lee.

Having instructed Thomas Mugridge as to what he was to do, I clambered into the fore-rigging a few feet.

The boat was now very close, and I could make out plainly that it was lying head to wind and sea and dragging on its mast and sail, which had been thrown overboard and made to serve as a sea-anchor.

The three men were bailing.