I was no longer a raging fury, mad with the desire to kill, but cool-headed, planning escape.

Before a hand could reach me in restraint, I sprang backward and ran.

In the darkness of the cabin I collided with the table, and fell sprawling over a stool.

The noise guided pursuit, yet, wedged together as those fellows still were in the narrow passage, fighting each other in the black gloom, gave me every advantage and so unhalted, I stumbled up the stairs leading to the companion.

The vague glimmer of daylight showing through the glass, revealed the presence of Watkins.