All came crowding into the spacious corridor, its floor now laterally level but sloping toward the stern, as _Nissr's_ damaged aft-floats had filled and sunk.
"Revolvers and lethal pistols!" he ordered.

"And knives in belts! Come on!" Up the ladder they swarmed to the take-off gallery.

Their feet rang and clattered on the metal rounds.

Other than that, a, strange silence filled the giant air-liner.

The engines now lay dead.