same instant there sprang from the side of Mr. Gibbs another
figure, with a face livid with agitation. This was Mr. Marcy,
who had noticed the foreigner's excitement and had been watching
him. Like a stone from a catapult, Mr. Marcy rushed towards
Rovinski, taking a course diagonal to that of the latter, and,
striking him with tremendous force just before he reached the
ring, he threw him against the rail with such violence that the
momentum given to his head and body carried them completely over
it, and his legs following, the man went headlong into the sea.

Instantly there was a shout of horror. Sarah Block screamed
violently, and her husband exclaimed: "That infernal Pole! He
has gone down to the pole, and I hope he may stay there!"

"What does all this mean, Mr. Marcy?" roared Captain Hubbell;
"and why did you throw him overboard?"

"Never mind now," cried Sammy, his voice rising above the
confusion. "I will tell you all about it. I see what he was up
to. He wanted to take possession of the pole in his own beastly
name, most likely."

"I don't understand a word of all this," exclaimed Mr. Gibbs.
"But there is the man; he has risen to the surface."

"Shall we let him sink," cried Sammy, "or haul him aboard?"

"Let the man sink!" yelled Captain Hubbell. "What do you mean,
sir?"