Orders cried from high places by stern-faced officers doing their duty to the last.

And a little way off that thin pole with a tin can on the top of it watching its work.
Then the plunge of the enormous ship into the deep, its huge screws still whirling in the air and the boom of the bursting boilers.

Lastly everything gone save a few boats floating on the quiet sea and around them dots that were the heads of struggling human beings.
"Let us go home," said Oro.

"I grow tired of this war of your Christian peoples.

It is no better than that of the barbarian nations of the early world.