The succeeding surge flung the five men back against the quarter.

One of the black sailors was pitched aboard, with a fractured leg and other injuries.

The others were smashed against the iron hull and disappeared.
For one tremulous moment the engines slowed.

The ship commenced to veer off into the path of the cyclone.

Captain Ross set his teeth, and the telegraph bell jangled "Full speed ahead." "Poor Jackson!" he murmured.