For an hour I steered, each moment becoming more difficult.

I had not the experience to steer at the gait we were going on a quartering course.
"Now take a run up with the glasses and raise some of the boats.

We've made at least ten knots, and we're going twelve or thirteen now.

The old girl knows how to walk." I contested myself with the fore crosstrees, some seventy feet above the deck.

As I searched the vacant stretch of water before me, I comprehended thoroughly the need for haste if we were to recover any of our men.