Straight aft he held, to the poop and along the poop to the stern.

So great was his speed that as he curved past the corner of the cabin he slipped and fell.
Nilson was standing at the wheel, and the Cockney's hurtling body struck his legs.

Both went down together, but Mugridge alone arose.

By some freak of pressures, his frail body had snapped the strong man's leg like a pipe-stem.
Parsons took the wheel, and the pursuit continued.

Round and round the decks they went, Mugridge sick with fear, the sailors hallooing and shouting directions to one another, and the hunters bellowing encouragement and laughter.