THE _ONWARD_ OVERTURNED AT FOLKESTONE 162 SALVAGE CRAFT ALONGSIDE THE _ONWARD_ 163 TUG-OF-WAR BETWEEN FIVE RAILWAY LOCOMOTIVES AND AN OVERTURNED TROOPSHIP 164 PUMPING OUT THE _ONWARD_ 165 WRECK OF _ST. PAUL_ IN NEW YORK HARBOUR 166 OVERTURNED LINER BESIDE THE QUAY 167 DRAGGING THE _ST. PAUL_ UPRIGHT 170 THE _ST. PAUL_ RAISED 171 THE _ARABY_ BLOCKING THE ENTRANCE OF BOULOGNE HARBOUR 174 THE _ARABY_ BREAKING IN TWO 175 TWO HALVES OF THE _ARABY_ BEACHED 176 HALF A SHIP IN MID-CHANNEL 177 PATCHING A SHIP WITH CONCRETE 178 HOW THE CONCRETE PATCH WAS REINFORCED 179 CONCRETE PATCH FROM INSIDE THE SHIP 180 EXTERIOR VIEW OF SHIP PATCHED WITH CONCRETE 181 REFLOATING A WRECK BY DIGGING OPERATIONS 186 THE _TIMBO_ HIGH AND DRY 187 A DREDGER WRECKED IN THE GARELOCH 188 MIGHTY STEEL CABLES USED FOR RIGHTING THE WRECK 189 THE DREDGER RIGHTED ONCE MORE 192 A TORPEDOED SHIP IN GRAVE DIFFICULTIES 198 THE FOUNDERING SHIP SAFELY BEACHED AT CLOVELLY 199 SALVING A WRECK FROM QUICKSANDS 210 THE WONDERS OF SALVAGE THE WONDERS OF SALVAGE CHAPTER I With eyes gazing fixedly ahead, the man, tense and alert, sought to penetrate the blackness. Squalls of rain swept down and lashed his face, the flying spume of spray shot up to intermingle with the rain, leaving a tang of salt on his lips. The liner lurched and rolled through the night, while thousands of souls aboard slumbered without fear, placing implicit trust in this one man to whom the pulse of the engines driving the ship was as familiar as the pulse of his own heart. Rain and spray and wind were part of his life, and he accepted them without demur because he realized that the weather was indifferent alike to praise and blame. He half turned his head to glance at the ship’s chronometer. “Should be picking her up now,” he muttered.