"A boat ?" he asked.
"Yes, a boat!" "Then you have gained your point, child.

I am able to collect myself.
Give me a few hours' more life, and what I can do to make amends to you shall be done." I don't know why, but it seemed longer between the time when the boat was lowered and the moment when it reached us than it had seemed during the three days and nights we lay tossing about helplessly on the open Atlantic.

There were times when we could hardly believe it was really moving.

At last, however, it reached us, and we saw the kindly faces and outstretched hands of our rescuers.

Hilda clung to Sebastian with a wild clasp as the men reached out for her.
"No, take HIM first!" she cried, when the sailors, after the custom of men, tried to help her into the gig before attempting to save us; "his life is worth more to me than my own.