...ey could cut the lashings the sea tossed them like egg-shells out of sight, two on top of the forecastle and one on the davits being washed away. Thinking that he would have to swim for his life, Captain Hinckley rushed to his stateroom to take off the heavy underclothes he wore under his oilskins, with the shrieks of the panic-stricken crew rushing about on deck ringing in his ears. He found Mrs. Holmes, t...