And at the same time vanished out of his mind's eye the vision of another flame enormous and fierce shooting violently from a white churned patch of the sea, lighting up the very clouds and carrying upwards in its volcanic rush flying spars, corpses, the fragments of two destroyed ships.

It vanished and there was an immense relief.

He told me he did not know how scared he had been, not generally but of that very thing his imagination had conjured, till it was all over.

He measured it (for fear is a great tension) by the feeling of slack weariness which came over him all at once.
He walked to the companion and stooping low to put the flare in its usual place saw in the darkness the motionless pale oval of Mrs.Anthony's face.

She whispered quietly: "Is anything going to happen?
What is it ?" "It's all over now," he whispered back.
He remained bent low, his head inside the cover staring at that white ghostly oval.