"Not do it?
A set of furriners wouldn't do it; but we're Englishmen, and we're going to do it.

If we don't, it won't be our fault.

Pull!" This trifling incident had its effect, for the men pulled harder than ever, exhausted though they were.

It was a struggle for life now, and I knew it; but somehow I did not feel frightened in the least, but stunned and confused, and at the same time interested, as I saw the great line of haze and foam coming on.

Then I was listening to the dull roar, which was rapidly increasing into what seemed a harsh yell louder than thunder.
"Pull, my lads!" shouted the captain, with his voice sounding strange and harsh in the awful silence around us, for, loud as was the roar of the storm, it seemed still afar off.
The men pulled, and then we relieved them again, with the great drops gathering on our faces in the intense heat; and my breath came thick and short, till I felt as it were a sense of burning in my chest.