I will have all stores reloaded at once.

Be ready in one hour, sir.
Understand ?" "Yes, sir!" And Frazier, saluting again, returned to the ravaged but once more efficient engine-room.
All hands plunged into the surf, wading ashore--for it was now high-tide--and in short order reloaded the liner.

In forty-five minutes stores, machine-guns, and everything had been brought aboard, the cables to the posts in the beach had been cast off and hauled in, and all the Legionaries were at their posts.

The ports were closed.
Everything was ready for the supreme test.
The Master was last to come aboard.

Still dripping seawater, he clambered up the ladder from the lower gallery to the main corridor, and made his way into the pilot-house.