Then the top of the wave seemed to leap up and deluge her.

The wind took the flying water and threw it high in volumes of broken spray, which swept not only the deck but the rigging as high as the top of the funnels.

The child saw the mass of water coming, and shrieking flew round the port side of the charthouse.

But just as she turned down the open space between it and the funnel the vessel rolled to starboard.

At the same moment came a puff of wind of greater violence than ever.