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I am positive that was the first time in my life I ever exerted myself so forcibly upon the panel of a door to attract the attention of the occupant, a guest on board my boat; but surely the conditions warranted such an expenditure of muscular power, for with the howling of the wind, the creaking of bulkheads, and all woodwork about the boat, together with the mighty roar of the billows that caused the yacht to stagger like a drunken thing, there was almost as much commotion in the air as during a battle, and ordinary sounds could not be heard at all.
My summons were at once heeded, for immediately the door opened.