Brennan had stepped into the chart-room, but returned in a moment to say:
"There's no place to beach her this side of Halibut Bay."
"How far is that?"
"Five or six miles."
"You'll—have to beach her?"
"I'm afraid so. She feels queer."
Up from the cabin deck came a handful of men passengers to inquire what had happened; behind them a woman began calling shrilly for her husband.
"We touched a rock," the skipper explained, briefly. "Kindly go below and stop that squawking. There's no danger."
There followed a harrowing wait of several minutes; then James, the first officer, came to report. He had regained his nerve and spoke with swift precision.
"She loosened three plates on her port quarter and she's filling fast."