"You want to come aboard, eh?
Well, then, just keep a-coming." "Hard up with that helm!" he commanded Oofty-Oofty, the Kanaka, who had in the meantime relieved Louis at the wheel.
Command followed command.

As the schooner paid off, the fore- and main-sheets were slacked away for fair wind.

And before the wind we were, and leaping, when Johnson, easing his sheet at imminent peril, cut across our wake a hundred feet away.

Again Wolf Larsen laughed, at the same time beckoning them with his arm to follow.

It was evidently his intention to play with them,--a lesson, I took it, in lieu of a beating, though a dangerous lesson, for the frail craft stood in momentary danger of being overwhelmed.
Johnson squared away promptly and ran after us.