Five or six of his best men followed him aft, whilst the others mingled with the crew, most of them going down into the foc'sle.

Early on the following morning the look-out upon the foc'sle head reported land on the starboard bow.

Whenever a man fell, his place was taken by another from the reserve men in the foc'sle and thus unnecessary losses were avoided.

Then, uttering an oath, he sprang towards her, apparently with the intention of thrusting her off the foc'sle.