I took out my handkerchief and wiped my face.
There was an electric silence. Then—
"What's the matter?" said Berry.
"Flooded out," I said shortly, hoping that Mr. Dunkelsbaum was not an engineer.
As I spoke, I heard a choking sound at my shoulder. I turned sharply, and there was my gentleman in a terrible toss. His eyes were protruding, and he could hardly speak.
"To Brrrooch!" he screamed. "To Brrrooch! Ve mus' go on. I 'ave say it is fital. Sdard der gar, man, sdard der gar! What vor do you vaid?"
"I'll try," I said coolly. "But you'll have to get out. Our only chance is to make her as light as possible."
With a saintly look Berry opened the off-side door and sprang nimbly on to the foot-bridge. Then he turned to the other.
"Come along, sir."
Mr. Dunkelsbaum stared at the water as if it had been boiling oil. As he estimated the distance he was to cover, a bead of perspiration began to course down his face. It was the first of many....