The river of diamonds.

The wind struck another hammer-blow.* The whaler wheeled away stern-on, and then came up with a sickening thump forward. "One anchor cable gone!" Minnaar shouted above the roar of the wind. "The other..."---He never finished.*

The whaler sprang free as the second cable parted. She had been secured facing south-west and now she plunged back into the maelstrom. The water poured ankle deep on the bridge...**

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