The next moment Murgatroyd put his head up through the companion-way which led from the upper deck to the conning-tower, and said, in a tone whose calm indicated, as usual, resignation to the worst that could happen: "My Lord, two of those beasts, fishes or live balloons, or whatever they are, have come across the propellers.

They're cut up a good bit, but I've had to stop the engines, and they're clinging all round the after part.

We're going down, too.

Shall I disconnect the propellers and turn on the repulsion ?" "Yes, certainly, Andrew!" cried Zaidie, "and all of it, too.

Look, Lenox, that horrible thing is coming.