Then with a wild plunge I found myself feet downward, and as I sunk my heart and all that appertained to it seemed to remain where they had been.

Now I was rolling obliquely down the cabin on to the top of wretches as miserable as myself.

Now I was rolling back, and they pouring on to the top of me.

The one thought in my mind was--which way are we going next?
and mixed up with it occasionally came the aspiration--would it were to the bottom! Above it all was the incessant thunder of the waves on the decks above and the wild wheezing of the engines as they met the shrieking wind.
But I will not dwell on the scene.

Once during the night I thought of Michael McCrane, and hoped he was even as I was at that moment.