But tell me the worst, John Craig; are we doomed to go down ?" The vessel does not toss so wildly now, and the wails of the alarmed passengers grow less in volume.
"I hope not.

The captain assured me there was no danger whatever, and told me to get some sleep, if I could.

I am on my way to my berth now.
Be of good cheer, the morning will see us safe enough, I believe." Then he leaves her, and the state-room door closes.
This encounter makes John think of the other ladies.

Are Aunt Gwen and Lady Ruth among those whose clamor arises from the cabin with each lurch of the ship?
As the thought flashes upon his mind, some one clutches his arm, and, turning, he beholds the little professor.

There is a wild look in Philander's eyes, and his teeth rattle like castanets.