e motion, for we could not see either it or the sky; everything was as
black as pitch. We heard the sailors, however, engaged in rigging guide
ropes fore and aft, and battening down the hatches with extra tarpaulins
by the light of lanterns. Also they were putting ropes round the boats
and doing something to the spars and topmasts.

Presently Bastin joined us, having, I suppose, finished his devotions.

"Really, it is quite pleasant here," he said. "One never knows how
disagreeable so much wind is until it stops."

I lit my pipe, making no answer, and the match burned quite steadily
there in the open air.

"What is that?" exclaimed Bickley, staring at something which now I saw
for the first time. It looked like a line of white approaching through
the gloom. With it came a hissing sound, and although there was still no
wind, the rigging began to moan mysteriously like a thing in pain. A big
drop of water also fell from the sides into my pipe and put it out. Then
one of the sailors cried in a hoarse voice:

"Get down below, governors, unless you want to go out to sea!"

"Why?" inquired Bastin.

"Why? Becos the 'urricane is coming, that's all. Coming as though the
devil had kicked it out of 'ell."

Bastin seemed inclined to remonstrate at this sort of language, but we
pushed him down the companion and followed, propelling the spaniel Tommy
in front of us. Next moment I heard the sailors battening the hatch with
hurried blows, and when this was done to their satisfaction, heard their
feet also as they ran into shelter.

Another instant and we were all lying in a heap on the cabin floor with
poor Tommy on top of us. The cyclone had struck the ship! Above the wash
of water and the screaming of the gale we heard other mysterious sounds,
which doubtless were caused by the yards hitting the seas, for the yacht
was lying on her side. I thought that all was over, but presently there
came a rending, crashing noise. The masts, or one of them, had gone, and
by degrees we righted.

"Near thing!" said Bickley. "Good heavens, what's that?"

I listened, for the electric light had temporarily gone out, owing, I
suppose, to the dynamo having stopped for a moment. A most unholy and
hollow sound was rising from the cabin floor. It might have been
caused by a bullock with its windpipe cut, trying to get its breath and
groaning. Then the light came on again and we saw Bastin lying at full
length on the carpet.

"He's broken his n