Lord Holmhurst caught him by the arm.
"Let me go," he said roughly, trying to shake himself loose.

"Oh! it is you, Lord Holmhurst." "Yes; step in here for one second and tell us the worst.

Speak up, man, and let us know all!" "Very well, Lord Holmhurst, I will.

We have run down a whaler of about five hundred tons, which was cruising along under reduced canvas and showing no lights.

Our fore compartment is stove right in, bulging out the plates on each side of the cut-water, and loosening the fore bulkhead.