Hang it--to do a thing like that you must believe there is a chance, one in a thousand, at least, some ghost of a chance; and you would not have believed.

Nobody would have believed.

You think me a cur for standing there, but what would you have done?
What! You can't tell--nobody can tell.

One must have time to turn round.

What would you have me do?
Where was the kindness in making crazy with fright all those people I could not save single-handed--that nothing could save?
Look here! As true as I sit on this chair before you.