They did not see, much less hear! She caught sight of a man who could not be a sailor, since he was standing still.

She made her way to him, thankful that she had managed to stop her teeth chattering.
"What has happened to us ?" she said.
He turned and looked at her straitly.

He was the second-cabin passenger with the red hair.
"A tramp steamer has run into us in the fog," he answered.
"How much harm is done ?" "They are trying to find out.

I am standing here on the chance of hearing something.

It is madness to ask any man questions." They spoke to each other in short, sharp sentences, knowing there was no time to lose.
"Are you horribly frightened ?" he asked.
She stamped her foot.
"I hate it--I hate it!" she said, flinging out her hand towards the black, heaving water.