Calm and sure they were as her spirit itself.
"Will you trust yourself to me for a journey of six hundred miles or so ?" I asked.
"You mean-- ?" she asked, and I knew she had guessed aright.
"Yes, I mean just that," I replied.

"There is nothing left for us but the open boat." "For me, you mean," she said.

"You are certainly as safe here as you have been." "No, there is nothing left for us but the open boat," I iterated stoutly.
"Will you please dress as warmly as you can, at once, and make into a bundle whatever you wish to bring with you." "And make all haste," I added, as she turned toward her state-room.
The lazarette was directly beneath the cabin, and, opening the trap-door in the floor and carrying a candle with me, I dropped down and began overhauling the ship's stores.

I selected mainly from the canned goods, and by the time I was ready, willing hands were extended from above to receive what I passed up.
We worked in silence.

I helped myself also to blankets, mittens, oilskins, caps, and such things, from the slop-chest.