alistairmaclean.icestationzebra-第27节
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Hansen was still on the other side of the bulkhead。 I could hear him cursing steadily； monotonously； and as if he meant it as he struggled to unhook the heavy door from its standing catch。 Because of the steep downward pitch of the Dolphin's deck； he had to lean all his weight against the massive steel door to free the catch； and with his insecure footing among the swirling waters on that sloping； slippery deck； he was obviously having the devil's own time trying to release it。 I let Mills go； jumped over the sill； flung my shoulder against the door； and with the suddenly added pressure； the latch clicked free。 The heavy door at once swung half shut； carrying us along with it and knocking us both off our feet into the battering…ram path of that torrent still gqshing from number 4 tube。 Coughing and spluttering； we scrambled upright again； crossed the sill； and； hanging on to a latch handle apiece； tried to drag the door shut。
Twice we tried and twice we failed。 The water boiled in through the tube； and its level was now almost Jipping the top of the sill。 With every second that passed； the downward angle of the 〃Dolphin〃 increased； and with every extra degree of steepness the task of pulling that door uphill against the steadily increasing gravity became more and more difficult。
The water began to spill over the sill onto our feet。
Hansen grinned at me。 At least I thought for a moment he was grinning； but the white teeth were clamped tightly together and there was no amusement at all in his eyes。 He shouted above the roar of the water： 〃It's now or never。〃
A well…taken point。 It was indeed now or never。 At a signal from Hansen； we flung our bined weights on to those latch handles； each with one hand to a latch while the other braced against the bulkhead to give maximum leverage。 We got the door to within four inches。 It swung open。 We tried again。 Still four inches； and I knew that all our strength had gone into that one。
〃Can you hold it for a moment？〃 I shouted。
He nodded。 I shifted both hands to the lower corner latch； dropped to the deck； braced my feet against the sill； and straightened both legs in one convulsive jerk。 The door crashed shut； Hansen jammed his latch home； I did the same with mine； and we were safe。 For the moment we were safe。
I left Hansen to secure the remaining latches and started knocking those of the after collision…bulkhead door。 I'd only got as far as the first one when the others started falling off by themselves。 Petty officer Bowen and his men； on the other side of that door； needed no telling that we wanted out of there just as fast as possible。 The door was pulled open and my eardrums popped with the abrupt fall in air pressure。 I could hear the steady echoing roar of air blasting into the ballast tanks under high pressure。 I hoisted Mills by the shoulders； strong； petent hands lifted him out and over the sill； and a couple of seconds later Hansen and I were beside him。
〃In God's name！〃 Bowen said to Hansen。 〃What's gone wrong？〃
〃Number 4 tube open to the sea。〃
〃Jesus！〃
〃Secure that door；〃 Hansen ordered。 〃But good。〃 He left at a dead run； clawing his way up the sharply sloping deck of the torpedo storage room。 I took a look at Lieutenant Millsone short look was all I neededand followed after Hansen。 Only I didn't run。 Running wasn't going to help anybody now。
The roar of pressed air filled the ship； the ballast tanks were rapidly emptying； but still the 〃Dolphin〃 continued on its deadly dive； arrowing down for the dark depths of the Arctic。 Not even the massive pressed…air banks of the submarine could hope to cope so soon with the effects of the scores of tons of sea water that had already flooded into the for'ard torpedo room： I wondered bleakly if they would ever be able to cope at all。 As I walked along the wardroom passage； using the hand rail to haul myself up that crazily canted deck； I could feel the entire submarine shudder beneath my feet。 No doubt about what that was： Swanson had the great turbines turning over at maximum revolutions； the big bronze propellers threshing madly in reverse； trying to bite deep into the water to slow up the diving submarine。
You can smell fear。 You can smell it and you can see it； and I could do both as I hauled my way into the control center of the 〃Dolphin〃 that morning。 Not one man as much as flickered an eye in my direction as I passed by the sonar room。 They had no eyes for me。 They had no eyes for anybody： tense； strained； immobile； with hunted faces； they had eyes for one thing onlythe plummeting needle on the depth gauge。
The needle was passing the six…hundred…feet mark。 Six hundred feet。 No conventional submarine I'd ever been on could have operated at this depth。 Could have survived at this depth。 Six hundred and fifty。 I thought of the fantastic outside pressure that represented and I felt far from happy。 Someone else was feeling far from happy also： the young seaman manning the inboard diving seat。 His fists； were clenched till the knuckles showed； a muscle was jumping in his cheek； a nerve twitching in his neck； and he had the look of a man who sees the bony finger of death beckoning。
Seven hundred feet。 Seven hundred and fifty。 Eight hundred。 I'd never heard of a submarine that had reached that depth and lived。 Neither； apparently； had mander Swanson。
〃We have just set a new record； men；〃 he said。 His voice was calm and relaxed； and although he was far too intelligent a man not to be afraid； no trace of it showed in tone or manner。 〃Lowest recorded dive ever； as far as I am aware。 Speed of descent？〃
〃No change。〃
〃It will change soon。 The torpedo room must be about full nowapart from the pocket of air pressed under high pressure。〃 He gazed at the dial and tapped his teeth thoughtfully with a thumbnailthis； for Swanson； was probably the equivalent of going into hysterics。 〃Blow the diesel tanks： blow the fresh…water tanks。〃 Imperturbable though he sounded； Swanson was close to desperation for this was the counsel of despair： thousands of miles from home and supplies； yet jettisoning all the diesel and drinking water； the lack of either of which could make all the difference between life and death。 But； at that moment； it didn't matter； all that mattered was lightening the ship。
〃Main ballast tank's empty；〃 the diving officer reported。 His voice was hoarse and strained。
Swanson nodded； said nothing。 The volume of the sound of the pressed air had dropped at least seventy…five per cent and the sudden parative silence was sinister； terrifying； as if it meant that the 〃Dolphin〃 was giving up the fight。 Now we had only the slender reserves of the fresh water and diesel to save us； at the rate at which the Dolphin was still diving； I didn't see how it could。
Hansen was standing beside me。 I noticed blood dripping from his left hand to the deck； and when I looked more closely； I could see that two of his fingers were broken。 It must have happened in the torpedo room。 At the moment； it didn't seem important。 It certainly didn't seem important to Hansen。 He was entirely oblivious of it。
The pressure gauge fell further and still further。 I knew now that nothing could save the 〃Dolphin〃。 A bell rang。 Swanson swung down a microphone and pressed a button。
〃Engine room speaking；〃 a metallic voice came through。 〃We must slow down。 Main bearings beginning to smoke。 She'll seize up any minute。〃
〃Maintain revolutions。〃 Swanson swung back the microphone。 The youngster at the diving console； the one with the jumping cheek muscles and the nervous twitch； started to mumble； 〃Oh； dear God； oh； dear God；〃 over and over again； softly at first； then the voice climbing up the scale to hysteria。 Swanson moved two paces and touched him on the shoulder。 〃Do you mind； laddie？ I can hardly hear myself think。〃 The mumbling stopped and the boy sat quite still； his face carved from gray granite； the nerve in his neck going like a trip hammer。
〃How much more of this will she take？〃 I asked casually。 At least； I meant it to sound casual； but it came out like the croak of an asthmatic bullfrog。
〃I'm afraid we're moving into the realms of the unknown；〃 Swanson admitted calmly。 〃One thousand feet plus。 If that dial is right； we passed the theoretical implosion pointwhere the hull should have collapsedfifty feet ago。 At the present moment she's being subjected to well over a million tons of pressure。〃 Swanson's repose； his glacial calm； was staggering； they must have scoured the whole of America to find a man like that。 If ever there was the right man in the right place at the right time； it was mander Swanson in the control room of a runaway submarine diving to depths hundreds of feet below what any submarine had ever experienced before。
〃She's slowing；〃 Hansen whispered。
〃She's slowing。〃 Swanson nodded。
She wasn't slowing half fast enough for me。 It was impossible that the pressure hull could hold out any longer。 I wondered vaguely what the end would be like； then put the thought from my mind； I would never know anything about it； anyway。 At that depth the pressure must have been about twenty tons to the square foot； we'd be squashed as flat as flounders before our senses cou
