“Any damage to the engines, Jarvis?” asked Lord Hastings.
“None, sir,” was the reply.
“Anybody hurt?”
“No one but me. Head bruised a bit, sir, by being thrown against the boiler. Nothing serious, sir.”
“All right.”
Lord Hastings stepped from the tube.
“Now,” he said to Frank, “I’ll answer your question. While I can’t say for sure, my guess would be that, in rising, we came up under an ice floe or an iceberg. That would account for the shock.”
“By Jove!” Jack ejaculated. “I hadn’t thought of such a thing.”
“Nor had I,” said Lord Hastings, “but I should have thought of it. At this time of year it is no uncommon thing for large icebergs to be floating about in the Baltic. I am sure that is what is wrong.”
“Then what shall we do, sir?”