In Search of an Unknown Race — page 199: what you’re looking at

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VAN, 187 *¢ See that the women and children are in the boats first of all, Mr. Boltrope!” was the ringing command from the bridge. ** Aye, aye, sir,” came the ready response. But a mob of shouting, excited passengers, half fran- tic with fear, is one of the hardest thingsin the world to control, Surging to the side, pushing past helpless women and screaming children, forty or fifty men from the steerage and crew sought to gain possession of the waist boat. ‘¢ Stand back—I'll blow a hole through the first man who comes a step nearer! ” thundered the first officer, drawing a heavy revolver. ‘‘ Mr, Briscoe, will you and Lord Bampton give me a hand here?” he shouted, as, by the glare of a blue light, he saw them struggling to reach his side. In the rush and confusion, the remaining petty officers had all they could do to look out for their several boats. Van, Mr. Sutherland, and Lord Bampton, being com- paratively cool and collected, were enabled to render such effective service that in a shorter time than might have been expected the women and children were safely embarked. But now arosea cry that the water had burst through the compartment bulkhead—a fact which became evi- dent by the increased heeling of the steamer. Up from the hold rushed the squads of grimy coal passers, firemen, and stokers. Frenzied with fear, they broke down all attempts at restraint and discipline. ‘‘ Into the boats—she’s sinking!” was the universal cry, and all efforts at telling off each man to his place were uselesg, EoOmicdoo “S (E(e) im