We forgot all about Celia, who was left to go home when she chose.
It was some hours before we saw the Chippertons, and then we were called into their room, where there was a talking and a telling things, such as I never heard before.
It was some time before I could get Mr.and Mrs.Chipperton's story straight, but this was about the amount of it: They were picked up sooner than we were--just after day-break.

When they left the ship, they rowed as hard as they could, for several hours, and so got a good distance from us.

It was well they met with a vessel as soon as they did, for all the women who had been on the steamer were in this boat, and they had a hard time of it.

The water dashed over them very often, and Mr.Chipperton thought that some of them could not have held out much longer (I wondered what they would have done on our raft).
The vessel that picked them up was a coasting schooner bound to one of the Florida Keys, and she wouldn't put back with them, for she was under some sort of a contract, and kept right straight on her way.

When they got down there, they chartered a vessel which brought them up to Fernandina, where they took the steamer for Savannah.