Roy Norton

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Roy Norton Drowned Gold — Chapter 22 (1919)

She appeared to stagger as from a blow, while men on her decks were thrown from their feet. She struggled forward still farther, as if stricken to death, and came to a full stop. A chorus of angry shouts came to our ears, and the Gretchen's crew acted like a lot of madmen, shaking their fists and screaming impotently, and again I saw von Vennemann, distraught, running out on the bridge with a rifle in his hand.
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Roy Norton Drowned Gold — Chapter 22 (1919)

I was hypnotized by the moving finger of the dial in front of me, and saw it pass on from fifty to fifty-two, fifty-four, fifty-six, and fifty-eight fathoms, and then wild conjectures absorbed me as to whether we should ever be able to overcome the enormous pressure now being heaped and piled upon every inch of the steel hull around us, and reach the surface.
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Roy Norton Drowned Gold — Chapter 22 (1919)

I was about to call a halt when Jimmy signaled for it, much to my relief. The indicators came to a stand, and we were motionless at sixty-two fathoms, a most unprecedented depth, never before attained by any living man. We were actually surrounded by a pressure of nearly one hundred and sixty-two pounds per square inch upon our hull—a pressure beneath which a human being would have been crushed to a pulp! More than ten times the normal pressure of the atmosphere upon the human body at sea level!
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