Everything buoyant in the staterooms had floated up against the deck so that he had to haul and pull them down for examination.

The third door he reached he could not open.

It was fastened by a bolt on the inside, but with the aid of his pry he soon shot it back.

Then swinging the door impatiently toward him, the eddy brought out the upright body of a young woman in her nightdress.

Her hair floated around her head like golden sea-weed as it came forward and fell against the glass face-piece of his armour.