I lived over again those boding days when the air was electric with impending danger.
It was long before daylight when the _Yuen Sang_, at half-speed, arrived at Corregidor.

The captain wished to report his number to the signal station, and we had to wait until light had come before the ship could enter.

So the engines were stopped and for an hour we drifted on under the ship's momentum.

The silencing of the engines on a ship is always ominous, and just now, with the dim bulk of Corregidor looming grimly before us, it seemed as if there was something particularly sinister about our stealthy approach.
From five o'clock onward we stood on the bridge, our voices unconsciously hushed as we spoke.

Here was where the _Baltimore_ had dropped a Greek fire life preserver and for a long time it had bobbed about on the tumbling sea, weird and terrifying to those who didn't know what it was.