As I started toward the weather side I saw him make a sudden motion with his head, which I mistook for a token of recognition and good-morning.

In reality, he was attempting to warn me to throw my ashes over the lee side.

Unconscious of my blunder, I passed by Wolf Larsen and the hunter and flung the ashes over the side to windward.

The wind drove them back, and not only over me, but over Henderson and Wolf Larsen.

The next instant the latter kicked me, violently, as a cur is kicked.