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           Allthelightswentout:severalchain-guys,snapping,clatteredagainstthefunnel:therewerecrashes,pingsofpartedwire-rope,splinteringsounds,loudcracks,themastheadlampflewoverthebows,andallthedoorsaboutthedeckbegantobangheavily.Then,afterhavinghit,sherebounded,hitthesecondtimetheverysamespotlikeabattering-ram.Thiscompletedthehavoc:thefunnel,withalltheguysgone,felloverwithahollowsoundofthunder,smashingthewheeltobits,crushingtheframeoftheawnings,breakingthelockers,fillingthebridgewithamassofsplinters,sticks,andbrokenwood.CaptainWhalleypickedhimselfupandstoodknee-deepinwreckage,torn,bleeding,knowingthenatureofthedangerhehadescapedmostlybythesound,andholdingMr.Massy’scoatinhisarms.

           BythistimeSterne(hehadbeenflungoutofhisbunk)hadsettheenginesastern.Theyworkedforafewturns,thenavoicebawledout,“Getoutofthedamnedengine-room,Jack!”—andtheystopped;buttheshiphadgoneclearofthereefandlaystill,withaheavycloudofsteamissuingfromthebrokendeckpipes,andvanishinginwispyshapesintothenight.Notwithstandingthesuddennessofthedisastertherewasnoshouting,asiftheveryviolenceoftheshockhadhalf-stunnedtheshadowylotofpeopleswayinghereandthereaboutherdecks.ThevoiceoftheSerangpronounceddistinctlyabovetheconfusedmurmurs—

           “Eightfathom.”Hehadheavedthelead.

           Mr.