The shock was terrific.
It shook her like an aspen.
She glanced along the cliff, tore off huge particles, and they went thundering down into the heavy seas that were dashing up in foamy billows at the bases of the precipices lining the coast.
A terrible black pall surrounded the engine and obscured everything so that the detective could not see a yard ahead.
The fierce wind was whirling in circles.
It swept the Pegasus far over the land.
Here her battle with the elements continued, and she was dashed up and down and all around, furiously.
Along they were driven, and the coon suddenly yelled up through a speaking-tube:
“De oil engine jest broke heah!”
“Can’t we get any current?” replied Frank.