"Why didn't you stop me when you saw me slipping ?" "Didn't have time," answered the captain.

"You ought to thank Bob for hooking you." "He tore my coat sleeve," said Mr.Tarbill, examining the garment.
"And it's the only coat I have now," he added mournfully.
"Never mind, maybe you won't need a coat soon," put in Mr.Carr, who was more disgusted than ever.
"How's that ?" "If we go down the fish won't care if we have coats on or not--guess they'd rather eat us without coats." "Oh dear! Oh dear!" gasped the nervous passenger, and then he all but collapsed.
"The steamer is turning!" cried Tim Flynn, who had climbed up the mast to obtain a better view.

"Good luck to her if she comes this way!" "If only we could send her a wireless message!" said Bob.
"Yes, here is where that newfangled telegraphing would come in handy," returned Captain Spark.

"But we ain't got no apparatus, so we can't do it." With anxious eyes all watched the big steamer, which looked to be steering almost for them.

The craft was a long way off, so they could make out nothing distinctly.
"It's clouding down--we are going to have a squall!" cried Captain Spark suddenly.
He pointed to the eastward and the others saw that he was right.
As if by magic dark clouds were rolling up from the horizon.