Don't you think we may all meet?
You can do nothing more than let the vessel drift.

Leave one hand here ready to show a flare, and come down." "I don't much understand it, sir; but Bob and me will come." Then, knee deep in water, the forlorn little company prayed together.

I do not care to report such things--it verges on vulgarism; but I will tell you a word or two that came from the maimed man.

"O Lord, give me a chance if you see fit; but let me go if any one is to go, and save my commerades.

I've been a bad 'un, and I haven't no right to ask nothing.
Save the others, and, if I have no chance in this world of a better life, give me a look in before you take me." Who could smile at the gruff, innocent familiarity?
A very great poet has said, "Consort much with powerful uneducated persons." Fellows like Withers make one believe this.
The prayer was not, perhaps, intelligent; but He who searches the hearts would rightly appraise those words, "I've been a bad 'un." Ferrier felt lightened, and he shook hands with Larmor before they once more faced the war of the night.
The fire was out, it was bitter chill, yet hope was left--- a faint sparkle--but still a stay for the soul of the tempest-tossed men.