If it was found that she was in no danger of foundering,--and the word was most reassuring,--all of them would be taken aboard in the morning.

Nothing could be done at present.

A few hours more would tell the tale.
And then, for the first time since the disaster, the note of the croaker was heard.

Each and every boat contained at least one individual who knew exactly what ought to be done in a crisis like this.
Mr.Landover addressed the benumbed, unresisting occupants of the boat into which he had climbed with commendable reluctance as one of the last persons to leave the ship.
"Why don't they begin sending out S.O.S.

calls?
What's the wireless for, if not to be used at a time like this?
Say, you! Yell up there to some of those damned muddled-headed idiots and tell them what to do.
Tell them that I say for them to send out calls for help.