'Collision.

Just ahead of us.
Mr.Symons saw it.' A push made him stagger against the mizzen-mast, and he caught hold of a rope.

The old training-ship chained to her moorings quivered all over, bowing gently head to wind, and with her scanty rigging humming in a deep bass the breathless song of her youth at sea.
'Lower away!' He saw the boat, manned, drop swiftly below the rail, and rushed after her.

He heard a splash.

'Let go; clear the falls!' He leaned over.