Here at last was something ready to hand.

And for the first time since the stabbing the Cockney had appeared outside the galley without his knife.

The words had barely left his mouth when he was knocked down by Leach.

Three times he struggled to his feet, striving to gain the galley, and each time was knocked down.
"Oh, Lord!" he cried.

"'Elp! 'Elp! Tyke 'im aw'y, carn't yer?
Tyke 'im aw'y!" The hunters laughed from sheer relief.