"Hold tight! We're grounding!" cried Dick.
And instinctively Bobby braced himself for a shock. But there was
only a shuddering jar, a lessening of the roar that beat upon their
eardrums, a dull, flat thud. A sodden, heavy grinding and the groan of
metal forward. Then a false nausea momentarily assailed him. Because
for the first time in days the _Cuchulainn_ was completely motionless.