"Now come here, you pore child.

You're powerful cold." She gathered the girl between her knees as she sat.

"Here, you man, give me your coat," she said to me; and I complied, wishing it were not so wet.
None on the boat seemed to have any notion of what was going on upon our side of the vessel.

We heard many shouts and orders, much trampling of feet, but for the most part on the opposite part of the boat.

Then at once we heard the engines reverse, and were nearly swept from our insecure hold upon the snag by the surges kicked up under the wheel.