The Legionaries trickled down the companion-ladders.

From somewhere below a cry rose: "The aft starboard float--it's gone! And the stabilizer--" Confused sounds echoed.

_Nissr_ sagged drunkenly, lost headway and slewed off her course, turning slowly in the thin, cold air.

Her propellers had been shut off; all the power of her remaining engines had now been clutched into the helicopter-drive.
The Master, indifferently smearing off the blood from his neck, made his way toward the forward companion.

He had to hold the rail with one hand, for now the metal plates of the observation gallery were sharply canted.