The men on shore could not reach me at all unless I got too near the gunwale, when some of them who had spears might easily end me.
Something alongside the ship caught my eyes, and I glanced at it with a thought that here might be fresh foes.

But it was only the little boat that belonged to the ship.

The wind had caught her, and was drifting her at the length of her painter as if she wanted to cross the cove to its far side.

Perhaps the men saw that my eyes were not on them for that moment, for they made a rush from the deck to climb the steering platform.
Then I had a good fight for a few minutes, until I swept them back to their place.

Two had won to the deck beside me, and there they stayed.