Then, just as it seemed that collision could not be avoided, more sail
bloomed on the _Spray's_ mast and she danced lightly out of the way. The
man with the shaggy curls looked back and waved a taunting hand. Ramsay
turned to watch, but the _Spray_ disappeared in a curtain of mist that
had draped itself between the _Holter_ and the shore. His eyes shining,
the boy turned to the deck hand.
"Who was that?"
"A crazy Dutch fisherman, named Hans Van Doorst," the deck hand growled.
"He'd sail that peanut shell right in to see Old Nick hisself, an' one
of these days he will. He ain't even afraid of the White Sturgeon."
"What's the White Sturgeon?"