Sailor and merchant, worker and idler, scholar and dolt, steerage and first cabin, wealth and poverty, shared alike in the disposition of quarters and shared alike in attention.

There was no discrimination.

One life was as good as another to the doctor and his men, the poor man's moan as full of suffering as that of the rich man, the wail of the steerage woman as piteous as that of her sister above.
Captain Trigger was one of the injured.

He swore a great deal when the doctor ordered him to bed.

Ribs and a broken arm?
Why the devil should he be put to bed for something a schoolboy would laugh at?
Mr.Shannon and two of the younger officers were killed by the explosion that wrecked the bridge and chart house.