The pumps and buckets were still plied, but it was no longer with the uniform manner of brave and hopeful men.

Some stuck doggedly to their work, but others got flurried and ran from one thing to another.

Now and then a man would stop and burst out crying; then to work again in a desperate way.
One or two lost heart altogether, and had to be driven.

Finally, one or two succumbed under the unremitting labor.

Despair crept over others.
Their features began to change, so much so that several countenances were hardly recognizable, and each, looking in the other's troubled face, saw his own fate pictured there.
Six feet water in the hold! The captain, who had been sober beyond his time, now got dead drunk.
The mate took the command.