THE ESCAPE
At the sound of the shots a dozen heads appeared in the bows of the ship, which was coming up rapidly.
“What ho, there!” yelled a heavy voice. “Out o’ the way, or I’ll run ye down!”
Cornbury and Quinn arose to their feet, but Mornay sat at his oars, keeping the boat broadside to the approaching vessel.
“Jump before she strikes, man—the fore-chains and spritsail-rigging.”
The huge fabric loomed like a pall upon the sky, and they could see two long lines of foam springing away from the forefoot, which was coming nearer—nearer.
“Look alive there!” shouted the gruff voice again.
There was a grinding crash as Cornbury and Quinn sprang for the rigging. Quinn struck his head upon a steel stay, and had not the strength to haul himself clear of the water. With a cry he fell back into the submerged boat. Mornay waited a moment too long, and the vessel struck him fairly in the body. He, too, fell back into the water, but as he was tossed
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