"When the electric button under the lead shall touch anything solid, or even anything fluid, this bell up here will ring." She stayed until she could stay no longer.

She knew it would be of no use to urge Roland to leave the windlass.

Very early the next morning a note was brought to her before she was up, and on it was written: "We have touched bottom at a depth of fourteen and an eighth miles." When Roland came to Mrs.Raleigh's house, about nine o'clock that morning, his face was pale and his whole form trembled.
"Margaret," he cried, "what are we going to do about it?
It is wonderful; I cannot appreciate it.

I have had all the men up in the office this morning and pledged them to secrecy.

Of course they won't keep their promises, but it was all that I could do.