and another with three ribs crushed in. This experience on the Central is one which many volunteers and regulars will not forget as long as they live.
At last the wind appeared to abate a trifle, and then the transport turned in a semicircle and came up to head it. In such a storm it was foolhardy to remain near the coast, and accordingly they ran due east, whence they had come.
When the carpenter came up, he announced a severe straining of half a dozen planks, but no, serious damage. The water still continued to come in, yet not so swiftly but that the donkey engine attached to the hose took care of it with ease.
The night to follow seemed unusually long, but with the coming of the day the hurricane was a thing of the past, and by eight o'clock the sun was pouring down its rays as clearly and fiercely as ever. The ocean still rolled in regular hills of alternate milk and greenish foam, with here and there a choppy sea which sent the spray flying from one end of the deck to the other. The great danger of the storm was over, and everybody was correspondingly thankful.
"I want no more of that sort of thing," observed Walter, when at breakfast.
