CHAPTER XXII.
A RUN NOT WANTED.
"Andy! Andy! Rise up!" cried Oscar, with increasing horror. "Tell me that you are not dead!"
But Andy did not budge, nor did even a groan escape his lips.
"If he is dead, and George Dross, what will I do?" thought the young naval captain.
Never had his heart so failed him as now. He was still weak from the shock, and to think that his two best friends might be lost to him forever was sufficient to make him collapse utterly.
The electricity was now playing around every part of the engine room, causing little flashes of fire and numerous sparks to fly hither and thither. It was a pretty sight, but woe to him who should come within the influence of that display!
Oscar dragged George Dross' body into another compartment, and as he did so one of the other hands appeared.
"Captain," he cried, hoarsely, "we are running too fast!"
"I know it, but I cannot help it."