As may be supposed, it was only by speaking at the tops of their voices
that they could make each other heard. Their sentences, therefore, were
brief and to the point. In the mean time, Lord Reginald, with Voules
and Lucas, clung on to the mizzen rigging; near them were gathered the
few men who had come aft. Anxiously they looked to leeward, hoping
against hope that they might still be at a distance from land. The
stout ship was drifted on, the hapless people on board frequently being
covered by the seas which broke over her. At last Voules uttered an
exclamation of dismay.
"I caught sight of land close under our lee; before ten minutes are over
we shall be upon it," he cried out; "and Heaven have mercy on our
souls!"
"We must look out for a spot on which to run her, and if we lose her, we
may save our lives," said Lord Reginald.
But although the attempt was made, the ship would not answer her helm.
An anxious gaze was cast at the dark shore, on which the roar of the
breakers could be distinctly heard. All they could now do was to cling
to the bulwarks until the fatal crash came, and after that, how long the
stout ship would hold together it was impossible to say. Much would
depend upon the ground on which she was thrown. If on rocks projecting
from the shore, she would in all probability be soon dashed to pieces.
Even the stoutest seamen held their breath as they waited for the
inevitable catastrophe.
Lord Reginald, as he stood on the deck, could feel the ship now as she
rose, now as she fell in the trough of the sea, surging on closer and
closer to the dreaded coast. Those agonising moments were not to last
long. At length came a fearful crash. The mainmast, as if torn up by
some invisible hand, fell over the side, the foremast and mizzenmast
following in quick succession.
"She's struck, she's struck! All's lost, all's lost!" cried several of
the crew; while many who had hitherto shown ample courage in battle,
shrieked out in their agony of fear.
"Hold on, until the ship breaks up!" cried Lord Reginald. "We may have
a chance of getting on shore in the morning."
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