You can go back and help." Mark ran back, to find his father giving orders sharply, but in as cool and matter-of-fact a manner as if there was no danger on the way.

The pump handiest was rigged with the fire hose attached, and another was being got ready for supplying the buckets with which the men were preparing to deluge the flame.
"Now, Gregory, I must stay on deck.

Go down and haul off the hatches.
Find as near as you can where the fire seems to be before you begin to work.

Remember one gallon well placed is worth five hundred thrown at random." "You may trust me, Captain Strong," said the mate quietly.

"Now then, two men--volunteers.