The increasing fury of the storm had driven all save the hardiest sailors and a few of the non-praying male passengers to their rooms.

Now and then one or two of the courageous, devoted nurses appeared in the corridors, reeling from patient to patient, but except for them the ship seemed entirely bereft of women.

Small wonder then that the lithe, undaunted Russian created a sensation among the sailors who themselves were cold with dread.
She discovered him at last, coming up the steps from the devastated engine room.

He was with Mr.Mott and several other half-dressed men.
Their faces were grave,--more serious than ever.

They had been down to investigate the leak.