"'Tain't likely, old friend, that God would see us safely through all we've had to tackle and then desert us in the end.
Something's bound to turn up.

I've a feeling,--a queer feeling,--that we're going to pull out of this all right.

I know it looks mighty hopeless, but--" "Just the same, Mr.Mott," broke in the Captain, lifting his head and setting his jaw, "you'd better set all available hands to work on the rafts immediately.

It's true God has helped us through a lot, but it strikes me we'd better be on the safe side and help God a little at this stage of the game.

He is wonderful, Andrew, but He isn't wonderful enough to keep man afloat very long unless man himself builds the raft.
So don't lose a minute." Anxious, inquiring eyes followed the Captain and his First Officer wherever they went.