"George!" he groaned, "I feel badly knocked about. That shaft has given me a nasty bang, for my head's aching as if it would burst, and I am sore all over."
He lay back again, but thinking his services might be of use soon, sat up again and struggled to his feet.
"There's work to be done," he said doggedly, "and I am going to take a share of it."
CHAPTER IV
A CALL FOR VOLUNTEERS
Hal stood up and looked about him, feeling still dazed. Shouts filled the engine-room, and figures were hurrying to and fro. Suddenly the voice of "Old Yank" rang out clear:
"Boys," he said hoarsely, "this here ship's done for right away ef we're not precious slippy. That 'ere shaft'll be breaking clean away with the next big roll, and will sweep the whole room. Bustle there, and let's get cables and anything that's handy to shear things up. Here, Masters, skip off, and see what's to be had."
The latter, who was behind the massive pillar that supported one end of the cylinders, started for the ladder.
"I'll help," cried Hal. "Hold on, Masters; I'll come with you."