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A
mere
shred
of
canvas
though
it
was
,
it
was
enough
to
drive
the
Duncan
forward
with
inconceivable
rapidity
to
the
northeast
,
of
course
in
the
same
direction
as
the
hurricane
.
Swiftness
was
their
only
chance
of
safety
.
Sometimes
she
would
get
in
advance
of
the
waves
which
carried
her
along
,
and
cutting
through
them
with
her
sharp
prow
,
bury
herself
in
their
depths
.
At
others
,
she
would
keep
pace
with
them
,
and
make
such
enormous
leaps
that
there
was
imminent
danger
of
her
being
pitched
over
on
her
side
,
and
then
again
,
every
now
and
then
the
storm-driven
sea
would
out-distance
the
yacht
,
and
the
angry
billows
would
sweep
over
the
deck
from
stem
to
stern
with
tremendous
violence
.
In
this
alarming
situation
and
amid
dreadful
alternations
of
hope
and
despair
,
the
12th
of
December
passed
away
,
and
the
ensuing
night
,
John
Mangles
never
left
his
post
,
not
even
to
take
food
.
Though
his
impassive
face
betrayed
no
symptoms
of
fear
,
he
was
tortured
with
anxiety
,
and
his
steady
gaze
was
fixed
on
the
north
,
as
if
trying
to
pierce
through
the
thick
mists
that
enshrouded
it
.
There
was
,
indeed
,
great
cause
for
fear
.
The
Duncan
was
out
of
her
course
,
and
rushing
toward
the
Australian
coast
with
a
speed
which
nothing
could
lessen
.
To
John
Mangles
it
seemed
as
if
a
thunderbolt
were
driving
them
along
.
Every
instant
he
expected
the
yacht
would
dash
against
some
rock
,
for
he
reckoned
the
coast
could
not
be
more
than
twelve
miles
off
,
and
better
far
be
in
mid
ocean
exposed
to
all
its
fury
than
too
near
land
.
John
Mangles
went
to
find
Glenarvan
,
and
had
a
private
talk
with
him
about
their
situation
,
telling
him
frankly
the
true
state
of
affairs
,
stating
the
case
with
all
the
coolness
of
a
sailor
prepared
for
anything
and
everything
and
he
wound
up
by
saying
he
might
,
perhaps
,
be
obliged
to
cast
the
yacht
on
shore
.
"
To
save
the
lives
of
those
on
board
,
my
Lord
,
"
he
added
.
"
Do
it
then
,
John
,
"
replied
Lord
Glenarvan
.
"
And
Lady
Helena
,
Miss
Grant
?
"
"
I
will
tell
them
at
the
last
moment
when
all
hope
of
keeping
out
at
sea
is
over
.
You
will
let
me
know
?
"
"
I
will
,
my
Lord
.
"
Glenarvan
rejoined
his
companions
,
who
felt
they
were
in
imminent
danger
,
though
no
word
was
spoken
on
the
subject
.
Both
ladies
displayed
great
courage
,
fully
equal
to
any
of
the
party
.
Paganel
descanted
in
the
most
inopportune
manner
about
the
direction
of
atmospheric
currents
,
making
interesting
comparisons
,
between
tornadoes
,
cyclones
,
and
rectilinear
tempests
.
The
Major
calmly
awaited
the
end
with
the
fatalism
of
a
Mussulman
.
