Its masts protruded from the water as survivors scrambled into boats and rowed for the shore.

At 13:45 Joyce reported a hot sound contact and the last survivors scrambled on board Peterson just as Joyce dropped a pattern of depth charges.

Both assaults failed and survivors scrambled back to their positions, to face a day of shelling and sniping (Refer Map).

The sole survivor, screaming with fear and pain, scrambled toward the door on his knees and hands.

The survivors scrambled for shelter: inside cars, under cars, in the wrecks of cars.

The sole survivor scrambled frantically backwards through the slush and snow, staring at Owen with wild, desperate eyes.

The survivors scrambled back to the sepoy lines pursued by a vengeful squadron of Sikh cavalry.

The survivors on both sides scrambled for new cover.

Terrified survivors had scrambled for places in six emergency rafts that inflated automatically as the vessel broke apart and sank in 18,000 ft waters within 10 minutes.

The survivors scrambled and fled and left guns lying in their disgrace, while outraged Llun charged after that lot, the two stationer-lads yelling as they went.