The two looked straight into each other's eyes, their hands gripped close; then the waiter turned away, and dropping on his knees began to pray silently to himself.
Vandover saw a great many others praying; there was even a large group gathered about the band of Salvationists trying to raise a hymn.

Every now and then their voices could be heard, singing all out of tune, a medley of discords.
At one time Vandover caught sight of the little Jew of the plush cap with the ear-laps; he was grovelling upon the deck, huddling a small black satchel to his breast; without a moment's pause he screamed, "God 'a' mercy! God 'a' mercy!" The sight revolted Vandover and in a great measure helped to calm him.
In a few moments he had himself in hand again, cool and self-collected, resolved not to act like a fool before the others, but to help them if he could.
Near to him a Salvation Army lassie was down upon her knees trying to cord up a huge bundle wrapped in sail-cloth.

"Here," exclaimed Vandover coming up to her, "let me help.

I'll tie this for you--you put _this_ on." He took the wet, stiff ropes from between her fingers and held the life-preserver toward her; but she refused it.
"No," she cried enthusiastically, "I'm going to be saved anyhow; I ain't going to drown; Jesus is watching over me.

Oh!" she suddenly exclaimed with a burst of fervor, "Jesus is going to save me.