"That man is going to jump!" It was the boatswain's mate, the hero who had filled all the passengers with his own coolness and courage, who had been Vandover's inspiration.
Some strange reaction seemed to have seized upon him.

Of a sudden he rushed to the rail, the starboard rail that was heaved so high out of the water, stood upon it for a moment, and then with a great shout jumped over the side.

His folly was as infectious as his courage.

Four more men followed him, three going over all at the same time, and a fourth a little later, hanging an instant upon the outside of the rail, then dropping down feet first, disappearing with a great splash that made itself heard in the great silence that had suddenly fallen upon the throng.
Every one had seen what had happened; a thrill of fear and apprehension passed over them all like a cold breath.

They were silent, struck dumb, feeling the presence of death close by.
Suddenly a long flash of yellow upon the bridge made a momentary streak on the darkness, and there was the report of a gun.