Auchincloss reeled out, clutching at his throat.
"What chance ?" the Master cried, staggering toward him.
"If--the fire spreads to the forward petrol-tanks, none!" gasped the chief engineer.

"Aft pit's flooded with blazing oil.

Gorlitz--my God!" "What about Gorlitz ?" "Burned alive--to a crisp! I've got four extinguishers at work.

Two engines out of commission.

Another only limping! And--" He crumpled, suddenly, dropping to the metals.