Thus the coastguard on duty on the eastern side of the harbour, who at once ran down to the little pier, was the first to climb aboard.

The men working the searchlight, after scouring the entrance of the harbour without seeing anything, then turned the light on the derelict and kept it there.

The coastguard ran aft, and when he came beside the wheel, bent over to examine it, and recoiled at once as though under some sudden emotion.

This seemed to pique general curiosity, and quite a number of people began to run.
It is a good way round from the West Cliff by the Draw-bridge to Tate Hill Pier, but your correspondent is a fairly good runner, and came well ahead of the crowd.

When I arrived, however, I found already assembled on the pier a crowd, whom the coastguard and police refused to allow to come on board.