The propeller's smashed and we can't live in this sea.

Be quick!" cried the pale-faced sailor, hurrying onward.

In an inconceivably short space of time the passages and saloons were crowded with rushing passengers.
Pandemonium prevailed.

Women were shrieking, men yelling and praying.
Cooler heads were utterly powerless to subdue the crazy disorder.
Ridgeway and Veath hurried the two women to their staterooms, plunging along, almost falling with the savage rolling of the boat.
"For God's sake, hurry!" called Hamilton from afar.

"We are turning into the trough." How our friends got into the cumbersome preservers and prepared themselves for the end they could never have told.