Officers, half dressed and half awake, were rushing hither and thither, seeking their units, swearing at the men and shouting meaningless orders.

Over all the stentorian voice of the sergeant major was vainly trying to make itself understood.
In the confusion the cry was raised: "We're torpedoed! We're going down!" There was a great rush for the nearest boats.

Men flung discipline to the winds and began fighting for a chance of their lives.

It was a terrific and humiliating scene.
Suddenly, over the tumult, was heard a loud, ringing laugh.
"Oh, I say, Duff! Not that way! Not that way!" Again came the ringing laugh.
Immediately a silence fell upon the struggling crowd, and for a moment they stood looking inquiringly at each other.

That moment of silence was seized by the sergeant major.