No, no; their eyes have told me they have singled me out.

But what does it matter?
We poor creatures are all to die; and that one is the happiest that dies first, and dies unstained by such a crime.

_I heard every word you said, sir."_ Hazel cast a piteous look on her, and, finding he could no longer deceive her as to their danger, and being weakened by famine, fell to trembling and crying.
Helen Rolleston looked at him with calm and gentle pity.

For a moment, the patient fortitude of a woman made her a brave man's superior.
Night came, and, for the first time, Hazel claimed two portions of the rum; one for himself and one for Miss Rolleston.
He then returned aft, and took the helm.

He loosened it, so as to be ready to unship it in a moment, and use it as a weapon.
The men huddled together forward; and it was easy to see that the boat was now divided into two hostile camps.
Hazel sat quaking, with his hand on the helm, fearing an attack every moment.
Both he and Helen listened acutely, and about three o'clock in the morning a new incident occurred, of a terrible nature.
Mackintosh was heard to say, "Serve out the rum, no allowance," and the demand was instantly complied with by Morgan.
Then Hazel touched Miss Rolleston on the shoulder, and insisted on her taking half what was left of the marmalade, and he took the other half.
The time was gone for economy; what they wanted now was strength, in case the wild beasts, maddened by drink as well as hunger, should attack them.
Already the liquor had begun to tell, and wild hallos and yells, and even fragments of ghastly songs, mingled with the groans of misery in the doomed boat.
At sunrise there was a great swell upon the water, and sharp gusts at intervals; and on the horizon, to windward, might be observed a black spot in the sky, no bigger than a fly.