“You have seen nothing but a thicker bank of fog.”
“It is the Great Hanway. Tack, in the name of Heaven!”
Clubin gave the helm a turn.
V
CLUBIN REACHES THE CROWNING-POINT OF GLORY
A crash was heard. The ripping of a vessel’s side upon a sunken reef in open sea is the most dismal sound of which man can dream. The Durande’s course was stopped short.
Several passengers were knocked down with the shock and rolled upon the deck.
The Guernsey man raised his hands to heaven:
“We are on the Hanways. I predicted it.”