y_ crew. Morley ground his teeth,
and fed his furnaces again. Anne came on deck.

"Go below!" he said, and swore at her.

"I shall not," she retorted, and got away from him.

He was not able to pursue, not being in position to leave his post
beside the captain. Besides, he thought it mattered very little whether
she was seen or not. Ware knew that she was on board, and, moreover, if
_The Dark Horse_ were overhauled, he would suffer most himself by the
capture. It would do him no good to throw Anne overboard, although he
felt much inclined to do so if only for revenge.

Calthorpe could well be proud of his boat. She responded gallantly to
the strain put upon her, and tore like a mad thing through the waste of
waters. She swung 'longside of _The Dark Horse_, Dane steering with
flashing eyes and his long hair streaming in the wind. There was less
than a quarter of a mile separating the boats. Morley swerved to the
right. Dane followed. A pretty bit of steering on the part of both
vessels took place until the winds and waves took command. Then the
boats, out of hand, swung together, almost touching. Giles could see
Anne. She cried out and stretched her hands.

Suddenly Dane turned the yacht in a circle. Calthorpe shouted to know,
with several adjectives, what he was up to. He would have stopped the
engines, which were working furiously, but that it was dangerous at the
moment. _The Firefly_ swung round, and then with the rush of a wounded
bull came straight at _The Dark Horse_.

"Hell!" cried Calthorpe, "he's going to ram her."

There was no time to stop the engines, or to reverse them. Those on _The
Dark Horse_ gave a yell of fear as the larger vessel bore down on their
slighter craft. Dane, fairly mad, shouted out abuse to Morley. Another
moment and the pursuing yacht struck the other midships, cutting her
almost to the waterline. All on board both ships were thrown down. _The
Firefly_ reeled back. Giles lifted his head to see Anne falling
overboard as _The Dark Horse_ lurched in the roaring waters. With a cry
of terror, he tore a lifebelt from its fastenings and threw himself
after her.

After that he could only recollect that he was swimming for dear life
and for her, amongst those furious waves. Lifted on the crest of one he
saw her some distance away--a white figure against the black water. Then
he went sliding down into the liquid valley. How he reached her he did
not know; but after a terrific struggle he f