The master and the third man were employed in the unceasing toil of laying out the accumulating water.
While the anxious chief tugged at the oar, and watched the thousand embattled cliffs which threatened destruction, his eye looked for the vessel that contained his friends.

But the liquid mountains which rolled around him prevented all view; and, with hardly a hope of seeing them again, he pursued his attempt to preserve the lives of those committed to his care.
All this while Lady Mar lay in a state of stupefaction.

Having fainted at the first alarm of danger, she had fallen from swoon to swoon, and now remained almost insensible upon the bosoms of her maids.

In a moment the vessel struck with a great shock, and the next instant it seemed to move with a velocity incredible.

"The whirpool! the whirlpool!" resounded from every lip.