The brutes did their best to worry him, butting their muzzles at him. The black-faced man, howling in a singular voice rolled about under the feet of the dogs. A couple of sailors appeared on the forecastle. ‘Steady on there!’ he cried, in a tone of remonstrance. So soon as the second man had appeared, Montgomery had started forward. The red-haired man gave a yawp of exultation and stood staggering, and as it seemed to me in serious danger of either going backwards down the companion hatchway or forwards upon his victim. It was lucky for him that they were muzzled. The poor devil went down like a felled ox, and rolled in the dirt among the furiously excited dogs. The black hesitated before them, and this gave the red-haired man time to come up with him and deliver a tremendous blow between the shoulder-blades. At the sight of the former the staghounds, who had all tired of barking at me by this time, became furiously excited, howling and leaping against their chains.
He was immediately followed by a heavy red-haired man in a white cap. Suddenly we heard a yelp and a volley of furious blasphemy from the companion hatchway, and the deformed man with the black face came up hurriedly.
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