Within five minutes came the louder scream of another.

It crashed over us, breaking its way through the hotel from roof to floor.

We all got up and crowded to the main entrance on the street.

The shell had struck a sidewall in the bar, and glanced off through the doorway without exploding.

Dr.Stark, of Torquay, was standing at the door, waiting for a place at dinner, and talking to Mr.Machugh, of the _Daily Telegraph_.
The shell struck him full in the thigh, leaving his left leg hanging only by a piece of flesh, and shattering the right just at the knee.
"Hold me up," he said, and did not lose consciousness.