Heaven help us! we are in a sore strait now.

Who first noticed the fire ?" "It was Bruff, father; he is howling now." "Poor dog! he must not be burned to death.

Go and try and find him; but if you find there is any smoke or strange smelling vapour, come back at once." "Yes, father." "No, stop; I'll go with you.

Where is the dog ?" "Somewhere below." "Then he must wait.

I have the ship and people to try and save." "Then let me go, father." "Well, go, my boy, and Heaven be with you." The necessity for risking his life was put aside, for there was a scuffling of feet over the deck, and the dog came up whining and then tried to go back.