31/52 The ship drove relentlessly through sheets of spray that caused the officers high up on the bridge to gasp for breath. They held on by main force, though protected by strong canvas sheets bound to the rails. The main deck was quite impassable. The promenade deck, even the lofty spar deck, was scourged with the broken crests of waves that tried with demoniac energy to smash in the starboard bow, for the _Sirdar_ was cutting into the heart of the cyclone. He wiped the salt water from his eyes and looked anxiously at the barometer. |