"I told you to get ready!" yelled Robbie. "Get ready! Do as I tell you, and don't argue with me. Get on board what you can, only leave this place the first instant you have steam up. Now go on!" And he turned and staggered into the cabin. While men rushed about on the deck, and the fires burned bright below, he sat with another bottle of liquor before him; and when at last the _Comet_ slipped away from her dock, he was sunk against the table in a drunken stupor. XXXIV And he lay there, knowing nothing, while the engines throbbed and the vessel ploughed its way down the stormy bay. It was only when she plunged out into the open sea, and the giant waves smote upon her, that at least he gazed up again, brought to himself by a lurch of the vessel that flung him to the floor. He staggered to his feet, clinging to the table. Everything was reeling about him; the yacht stood nearly upon her beam-ends as she climbed on the waves. The din of the sea was deafening, indescribable; for a moment the man knew not where he was. Then the captain entered. "We are off, sir," he said grimly; "where do you wish to go?" "I don't care," answered the other. "Go where you please--only let me alone." "All right, sir," said the captain. "We shall keep on to the northeast, it is safest to face the storm. We shall be off the banks by to-morrow morning." With those words he turned and left, shaking his head. He had heard that the owner of the _Comet_ had made millions in Wall Street that day; but this looked as if he must have lost them. Meanwhile van Rensselaer crouched by the table, alone with his horror. The afternoon sped on, the sun sank, and darkness came, and with it a new fury to the storm. All the while he was either crouching in a chair and shuddering, or rolling about the cabin floor in his stupor. All through the night he knew nothing of what was going on; nothing of the seething billows that swept past them, tossing the yacht high up on their mountain crests, or crashing down upon her bow with deadly shock; nothing of the captain's vigil and fear, of the toil of the four men at the wheel who fought to hold the yacht's prow against the storm. He heeded nothing at all until there came all at once a shock, and a grinding noise of something that tore through the vessel's heart. Then he gazed up stupidly, feeling that her motion had changed, that she was rolling from side to side, that the blows of the waves were fiercer. Then the cabin door burst suddenly open, and the captain rushed in. "We've broke our shaft!" he panted. "The engines are wrecked!" Van Rensselaer gazed at him out of his dull eyes. "Hey?" he asked. "We've broke our shaft!" roared the other, above the noise of the storm. "Well, what of that?" demanded van Rensselaer. "What do I care?" "We are helpless!" yelled the captain, "Helpless! Don't you understand?--we are adrift--we will go on the rocks!"