Next the saloon was whirling round and round and yet being carried forward, and we felt air blowing upon us.

Then our senses left us.

As I clasped Tommy to my side, whimpering and licking my face, my last thought was that all was over, and that presently I should learn everything or nothing.
I woke up feeling very bruised and sore and perceived that light was flowing into the saloon.

The door was still shut, but it had been wrenched off its hinges, and that was where the light came in; also some of the teak planks of the decking, jagged and splintered, were sticking up through the carpet.

The table had broken from its fastenings and lay upon its side.