She ran between the Miama and Southfield, striking the latter with her horn on the forward quarter, just at the water line.
The lashings between the gunboats parted, and the "Southfield" sank rapidly, carrying part of her crew with her.
"No, this train stops at Southfield," the conductor answered, absently biting several holes into her drawing-room ticket.
Under a full head of steam, the Albemarle rammed her iron beak clean into the fire room of the Southfield.
They were still a mile below Plymouth when the shadowy outlines of the wrecked Southfield loomed dimly to view.
