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ring, hungered for her gigantic body and the despairing crew she bore. Suddenly the Master spoke into the engine-room telephone. "Can you do any better?" exclaimed the chief. "This is not enough!" "We're doing our best, sir," came the voice of Frazier, now in charge. "If you can possibly strain a point, in some way, and wring a little more power out of the remaining engines--" "We're straining them beyond the limit now, sir." The Master fell silent, pondering. His eyes sought the dropping needle. Then the light of decision filled his eyes. A smile came to his face, where the deep gash made by the splinter of glass had been patched up with collodion and cotton. He plugged in on another line, by the touch of a button. "Simonds! Is that you?" "Yes, sir," answered the quartermaster, in charge of all the stores. "Have you jettisoned everything?" "All we can spare, sir. All but the absolute minimum of food and water." "Overboard with them all!" "But, sir--" "And drop the body of Auchincloss, too. This is no time for sentiment!" "But--" "My order, sir!" Five minutes later, cases, boxes, bales, water-tanks, began spinning from open ports and down through the trap-door in the lower gallery. Then followed the seared corpse of Auchincloss, a good man who had died in harness, fighting to the end. Those to whom the duty was assigned of giving his metal-weighted body sea burial turned away their eyes, so that they might not see that final plunge. But the sound of the body striking the waves rocketed up to them with sickening distinctness. Lightened a little, _Nissr_ seemed to rally for a few minutes. The altimeter needle ceased its drop, trembled and even rose _.275_ degrees. "God! If we only had an ounce more power!" burst out the major, his mouth mumbling the loose ends of that flamboyant mustache. The Master remained quite impassive, and made no answer. Bohannan reddened, feeling that the chief's silence had been another rebuff. And on, on drifted _Nissr_, askew, up-canted, with the pitiless sunlight of approaching evening in every detail revealing--as it slanted in, almost level, over the far-heaving infinitudes of the Atlantic--the ravages wrought by flame. Bohannan could not long be silent. The exuberance of his nature burst forth with a half-defiant: "If _I_ were in charge, which I'm not, I'd stop those damned helicopters, let her down, turn what power we've got into the remain
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