Every second in the breakers was big with death.

This was stern work, to be put through with speed.

But the faces of the swimming men grew hard to look upon.
The Master and Leclair were first to touch foot to the shelving bottom, all churned up by the long cavalry-charges of the sea-horses, and to drag themselves out of the smother.

Rrisa and Bohannan came next, then Enemark, and then the others--all save Beziers and Daimamoto, French ace and Japanese surgeon, whose work was forever at an end.

Enemark, engineer and scientist, shot through the left shoulder, was dragged ashore, strangling, by eager hands.
"Down! Down!" shouted the Master.