We overhauled them about two feet to their one.

Wolf Larsen motioned Louis to keep off slightly, and we dashed abreast of the boat, not a score of feet to windward.

The _Ghost_ blanketed it.

The spritsail flapped emptily and the boat righted to an even keel, causing the two men swiftly to change position.

The boat lost headway, and, as we lifted on a huge surge, toppled and fell into the trough.
It was at this moment that Leach and Johnson looked up into the faces of their shipmates, who lined the rail amidships.