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 We're foundering! Th' sea sorpint's got us!”

“Launch the small boat and stand by till we get there!” bellowed Madden.

All the carriers dropped Smith's body and bolted in the panic. Madden braced himself against the rush of the crew and held up the senseless man lest he be trampled on in the blackness. The uproar in the passage was terrific as the men tried to squeeze through all together. Every moment Madden expected a rush of sea water down the passageway. Just then, he felt someone else lift at Caradoc.

“Go on,” said Farnol Greer's voice. “Let's get him out, sir.”