"There's one coming up." "Lower away, please--quick!" The men lowered.

"That's right.

I'm in the boat, or whatever it is.
Now let down the lantern." Those leaning over the side saw Venning reach up for the lantern, and then they heard a snarling and snapping.
"Stand ready to haul in!" cried the captain.

"That brute will attack the boy.

One of you men go down." The snarling continued, mingled with soothing cries from Venning; and then the weird howl burst forth anew, daunting the sailor who was carrying out the captain's order.
The mate stepped forward.