Two or three of the sailors had followed him as high as the yard, and many others were gathered on the forecastle.
Some were kneeling in prayer, others had thrown themselves down despairingly on the deck, but most were standing, looking forward with set faces at the rocky barrier so close at hand.
Roger looked aft.

The men at the tiller had quitted it now, and gone forward.

Standing and Pengarvan were standing, one on each side of the captain.

The latter took off his cap and waved it to his son, and the mates lifted their hands in token of adieu.
A cry from below caused Roger, as he returned the salute, to look round.

They were but a ship's length from the rocks.