factor suddenly entered the struggle. Martin noticed first, with a
great gasp of astonishment; then Little Billy exclaimed, "The captain!
Skipper Dabney! See!" and excitedly wagged his finger at the figure
just emerging into the sunlight of the poop deck through the cabin
hatch.

Captain Dabney was coatless, barelegged, bare-headed, all his white
hair blowing. But he moved with the swiftness of a young man, and his
step was no blind man's step. As soon as he reached the deck he spied
and snatched up the rifle that was leaning against the skylight--it was
Asoki's rifle, left behind when that worthy went to supervise Carew's
departure--and rushed to the rail.

Carew shook his fist and roared a curse at the wild figure that so
suddenly appeared at the poop rail. Asoki was climbing the poop
ladder, come for his rifle or perhaps to take the Captain from behind.
There was a shot forward (it was Hardy, the Australian, with the rifle
taken from the hatch guard, Martin afterwards learned) and Asoki fell
backward, out of sight. Then Captain Dabney drew down his bead, and
his rifle barked--and Carew's cap flew from his head.

Carew did a thing that drew a growl of rage and fear from two of the
watchers in the cave. He ducked, seized Ruth and swung her in front of
him, covering his own body with hers. And in response to his orders,
the sailor at the oars began to furiously pull towards the beach.

Martin never remembered much about that second, headlong passage of the
caves, when he and Little Billy, and the cowering Ichi, retraced their
path to the beach. He was in a frenzy of rage and fear. The hunchback
was weeping and cursing in the same breath. Their prisoner howled
hysterically as they kicked him along the ledge by the chasm edge.
Martin could never afterwards figure out why they troubled with Ichi
when time was so precious; he had no further use for the Jap that he
knew of. But they dragged the little wretch all the way to the beach.

Not quite to the beach. Little Billy, in the lead, guided them into
another passage, and instead of emerging through the Elephant Head,
they found themselves in the great open-mouthed chamber where Billy had
hidden before.

The beach lay revealed before them. Thirty yards distant, at the
water's edge, the oarsman was beaching the dingey. Carew and Ruth were
already halfway up the beach; he was literally almost dragging the girl
over the sand, for she was struggling in his