with all his might
"Starboard the helm!"

But it is too late. There is a sudden shock; the ship is caught up by an
enormous wave; she rises upon her beam ends; several times she strikes
the ground; the mizzen-mast snaps short off level with the deck, falls
into the sea, and the "Chancellor" is motionless.

CHAPTER XV.

THE NIGHT OF THE 29th CONTINUED.--It was not yet midnight; the darkness
was most profound, and we could see nothing. But was it probable that we
had stranded on the coast of America?

Very shortly after the ship had thus come to a standstill a clanking of
chains was heard proceeding from her bows.

"That is well," said Curtis; "Walter and the boatswain have cast both
the anchors. Let us hope they will hold."

Then, clinging to the netting, he clambered along the starboard side,
on which the ship had heeled, as far as the flames would allow him. He
clung to the holdfasts of the shrouds, and in spite of the heavy
seas that dashed against the vessel he maintained his position for a
considerable time, evidently listening to some sound that had caught
his ear in the midst of the tempest. In about a quarter of an hour he
returned to the poop.

"Heaven be praised!" he said, "the water is coming in, and perhaps may
get the better of the fire."

"True," said I, "but what then?"

"That," he replied, "is a question for by-and-by. We can now only think
of the present."

Already I fancied that the violence of the flames was somewhat abated,
and that the two opposing elements were in fierce contention. Some plank
in the ship's side was evidently stove in, admitting free passage for
the waves. But how, when the water had mastered the fire, should we be
able to master the water? Our natural course would be to use the
pumps, but these, in the very midst of the conflagration, were quite
unavailable.

For three long hours, in anxious suspense, we watched and watched, and
waited. Where we were we could not tell. One thing alone was certain:
the tide was ebbing beneath us, and the waves were relaxing in their
violence. Once let the fire be extinguished, and then, perhaps, there
would be room to hope that the next high tide would set us afloat.

Towards half-past four in the morning the curtain of fire and smoke,
which had shut off communication between the two extremities of the
ship, became less dense, and we could faintly distinguish that party
of the crew who had taken refuge in the forecastle; and bef