A loud crash, and a scream from some drowning wretches who had gone overboard along with a mast, had broken upon his ears. Terror sat at his very heart, and unable any longer to endure the frightful suspense of being below, he tried, upon his hands and knees, to crawl upon the deck.
By no other mode could Todd have had the slightest hope or expectation of reaching the deck of that fated vessel, but as he tried it, he did, after a time, succeed in dragging himself up from the cabin. The sea was washing over the deck, and for a few moments he could see no one. He watched for a lull in the wind, and then he cried—
"Help! help! Oh, help!"
"Who's that?" shouted a voice.
"I!" said Todd.
"Go to blazes, then!"
"Oh, how kind!" groaned Todd. "How very considerate at such a time as this, too."
The wind that had lulled for a few moments, now came with a frightful gush, and Todd was glad to find the fragments of a quantity of cordage, belonging to some of the top parts of the mast that had gone overboard, to cling to till the gust had passed over the ship. Then there came some tons of salt water over him, and he was nearly bereft of the power of breathing.
"Oh, this is dreadful!" he said. "This is truly dreadful!"
"Hands off!" growled a voice. "Everybody for himself here. Hands off, I say."