And the engine still is droning, still is heard the raining spray:
“Boat ahead, sir!”[246] calls the look-out; “Ay, ay, sir, boat ahead!”
Thus replies the watchful pilot as he glances at the red,[247]
Then turns to see the green[248] light, which the mist-clouds magnify
Till upon each wheelhouse, gleaming, stares a single monster eye.
Below the lights burn dimly, for all are locked in sleep,
Save the stewardess and a porter who silent vigil keep—
Who—oo! that’s close upon us! dong! quick goes the pilot’s bell,
The engineer springs promptly and handles his lever well:
“God help us! what has happened?” the frantic people cry,