Blackened, charred masts and yards, stripped of rigging, reared themselves like pines at the edge of a fire-swept forest.

Sail-makers and riggers laboured stubbornly, but the work was slow and the means of restoration limited.
The occupants of the derelict had settled down to a dull, almost dogged state of resignation.

There were several deaths and burials, incidents that made but little impression on the waiting, watchful survivors.

Each succeeding day brought forth additional watchers to swell the anxious throng,--resolute and sometimes ungovernable men who, defying their wounds and the nurses, refused to stay where they could not have a hand in all that was going on.
Back of all this pitiful courage, however, lurked the unholy fear that they might be left to their fate in case the ship had to be hurriedly abandoned.
Mr.Mott watched the weather.

Every seaman on board the Doraine scanned the cloudless sky with searching, anxious eyes.