The chase, with our boat playing the part of hare, was exciting enough before, but it grew far more so now, for the men in the other boat were evidently determined, and two of them stood up with clumsy-looking hooks, and another with a coil of rope ready to lasso us, as it seemed to me.  And as I sat there I felt how awkward it would be if the man threw a loop over my head or chest, and dragged me out of the boat.