"'Yes,' shouted the captain, 'it is Nick himself. I can distinctly make out the cloven hoof.—Bravo, Nick, that's got him!'
"Then he took the glass from his eye and shouted to the commander,—
"'Heave her to, Mr. Deadlight; we must see the end of this.'
"The ship was hove to very quickly indeed, and the crew lined the bulwarks and hung like bees to the rigging, and meanwhile the terrible struggle on the mountain top went on.
"Now, Britons are proverbially lovers of fair-play, and in this case they extended their patronage to the baker and Nick without favour.
"The baker was evidently trying to pull away from the crater, while the object of the other combatant was to get his antagonist down the awful pit.
"On board the ship there was wild shouting or cheering, as one or other seemed to gain an advantage, with loud cries of 'Pull, baker, pull,' or 'Pull, Nick, pull,' as the case might be.
"But at last, terrible to relate, the baker was floored and flung in; Auld Nickie Ben, with an eldritch scream, dived after him, the last portion of him seen being his hoof.
"A clap of thunder followed, and soon after that it came on to blow such a fearful gale that for four-and-twenty hours the good ship Roarer was scudding under bare poles, and it is just a wonder that she survived to tell the tale."