We are justified in saving our own lives, and the average German or Italian shipmaster would hand us over to the Brazilians without scruple." Iris was far from Bootle and its moralities.
"I don't care what happens so long as you are not hurt," she whispered.
"Mr.Hozier," said Coke thickly.
"Yes, sir." "You've got good eyes an' quick ears.

Lay out as far forrard as you can, an' pass the word for steerin'." Hozier obeyed.

The discordant bleat of a foghorn came again, apparently right ahead.

In a few seconds he caught the flapping of a propeller, and silenced the launch's engines.
"We are close in now," he said to Coke, after a brief and noiseless drift.

"Why not try a hail!" "Ship ahoy!" shouted Coke, with all the force of brazen lungs.
The screw of the unseen ship stopped.