He will not desert us," John said.
"But I hope we will yet be rescued." "I trust so." He closed his book and placed it on the table at his side and buried his face in his hands.

She watched his strong emotion with eyes which were moist with sympathy, and, rising, came to his side and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"You are stronger than I," she said, "why should you grieve more at our calamity?
Surely God is with us." The tears were trickling through his fingers and his frame was convulsed with emotion.

She noted his grief and, to encourage him, added: "God is everywhere; he is here; he will guard and watch over us, and, if it be his pleasure that we escape from this island, he will send some ship to our deliverance." "My burden is greater than I can bear." "Remember He said, 'Take my yoke upon you, for my yoke is easy and my burden is light.' Trust all to Jesus, and He will give you strength." "You are all alone in the world, Blanche." "Yes." "You have not a relative living." "No, my father was lost." "I wish I had none.

It is not for myself that I grieve, but the helpless ones at home." "Helpless--" "My wife and children." Blanche, shocked and amazed, gazed at him in silence.

The blood forsook her face, her breast heaved, and her breath came in painful gasps.