The Breaking of the Storm, Vol. I.Spielhagen, Friedrich
General
The Breaking of the Storm, Vol. I.
Spielhagen, Friedrich
Fiction
He lifted his cap, bowed, and moved a step away, then stopped again. A
deeper light shone in the blue eyes, and a slight tremor came into the
clear, strong voice as he continued:
"There is no question of real danger. We are near the shore, and the
sea is tolerably smooth. I only wished that you might not be taken by
surprise. Forgive my boldness."
He bowed again, and then quickly retired, as if he wished to avoid
further questions.
"There is no question of danger," murmured Elsa. "It is a pity; I
should like to have been saved by him. But my father must know this.
The President ought to be prepared; he needs it more than I do."
She turned to the cabin; but already the diminished speed of the
vessel, which in the last half-minute had still further lessened, had
attracted the attention of the passengers assembled there. Her father
and the President were already ascending the steps.
"What is the matter?" called the General.
"We cannot possibly be in Prora already?" said the President.
At that moment they all felt what seemed like an electric shock, while
an odd, dull, grinding sound fell unpleasantly upon their ears. The
keel had touched the sand-bank, but had not stuck fast. A shrill
whistle, a couple of seconds' breathless silence, then the whole ship
shook and quivered with the force of the reversed motion of the screw.
But what only a few minutes before would have averted the danger was
too late now. The vessel had to pass backwards over the same sandbank
which it had only just managed to get over. A larger wave in its
retreat had forced the stern a few inches further down. The screw
laboured vigorously; the ship heeled over a little, but remained fixed.
"What the devil is the meaning of this?" cried the General.
"There is no question of real danger," said Elsa quickly.
"Bless my soul! my dear young lady!" cried the President, who had
turned very pale.
"We are very near in shore, and the sea is tolerably quiet," said Elsa.
"What do you know about it?" cried the General. "The sea is not a thing
to be trifled with."
"I am not trifling, papa," said Elsa.
The hasty movements and shouts and cries that suddenly surrounded them
on all sides, and the singular and uncomfortable position of the ship,
all sufficiently proved that the prediction of the "Indefatigable" had
come true, and that the steamer was aground.
CHAPTER II.
Every effort to get the ship off had proved unavailing; indeed, it
might even be considered fortunate that the screw had not been broken
by the tremendous effort required of it. The ship had not heeled over
any more, however; and if the night were not stormy, they might lie
here peaceably till the next morning, when a passing vessel could take
off the passengers and carry them farther on their journey, if they had
not got afloat before then, which, indeed, might happen at any moment.
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