All hands were gathered in the waist, a not unusual thing at the changing of the watch.  In the midst of them, as I looked down, two men came together in a fierce struggle.  They were Goliath and the skipper.  Captain Slocum’s right hand went naturally to his hip pocket, where he always carried a revolver; but before he could draw it, the long, black arms of his adversary wrapped around him, making him helpless as a babe.  Then, with a rush that sent every one flying out of his way, Goliath hurled himself at the bulwarks, which were low, the top of the rail about thirty-three inches from the deck.  The two bodies struck the rail with a heavy thud, instantly toppling overboard.  That broke the spell that bound everybody, so that there was an instantaneous rush to the side.  Only a hardly noticeable ripple remained on the surface of the placid sea.

But, from my lofty perch, the whole of the ghastly struggle had been visible to the least detail.  The two men had struck the water locked in closest embrace, which relaxed not even when far below the surface.  When the sea is perfectly smooth, objects are visible from aloft at several feet depth, though apparently diminished in size.  The last thing I saw was Captain Slocum’s white face, with its starting black eyes looking their last upon the huge, indefinite hull of the ship whose occupants he had ruled so long and rigidly.

The whole tragedy occupied such a brief moment of time that it was almost impossible to realize that it was actual.  Reason, however, soon regained her position among the officers, who ordered the closest watch to be kept from aloft, in case of the rising of either or both of the men.  A couple of boats were swung, ready to drop on the instant.  But, as if to crown the tragedy with completeness, a heavy squall, which had risen unnoticed, suddenly burst upon the ship with great fury, the lashing hail and rain utterly obscuring vision even for a few yards.  So unexpected was the onset of this squall that, for the only time that voyage, we lost some canvas through not being able to get it in quick enough.  The topgallant halyards were let go; but while the sails were being clewed up, the fierce wind following the rain caught them from their confining gear, rending them into a thousand shreds.  For an hour the squall raged—­a tempest in brief—­then swept away to the south-east on its furious journey, leaving peace again.  Needless perhaps to say, that after such a squall it was hopeless to look for our missing ones.  The sudden storm had certainly driven us several miles away front the spot where they disappeared, and, although we carefully made what haste was possible back along the line we were supposed to have come, not a vestige of hope was in any one’s mind that we should ever see them again.

Nor did we.  Whether that madness, which I had feared was coming upon Goliath during our previous night’s conversation, suddenly overpowered him and impelled him to commit the horrible deed, what more had passed between him and the skipper to even faintly justify so awful a retaliation—­these things were now matters of purest speculation.  As if they had never been, the two men were blotted out—­gone before God in full-blown heat of murder and revengeful fury.