I felt choked with horror, and my brain reeled as though I were intoxicated.
It was now six o'clock, and all hope had vanished from my breast; my heart beat rapidly, and a cold sweat of agony broke out all over me.
Curtis and the boatswain stood by the mast attentively scanning the horizon.

The boatswain's countenance was terrible to look upon; one could see that although he would not forestall the hour, he was determined not to wait a moment after it arrived.

As for the captain, it was impossible to tell what really passed within his mind; his face was livid, and his whole existence seemed concentrated in the exercise of his power of vision.

The sailors were crawling about the platform, with their eyes gleaming, like wild beasts ready to pounce upon their devoted prey.
I could no longer keep my place, and glided along to the front of the raft.

The boatswain was still standing intent on his watch, but all of a sudden, in a voice that made me start he shouted,-- "Now then, time's up!" and followed by Dowlas, Burke, Flaypole, and Sandon, ran to the back of the raft.