41/51 Dan's mother, a few seats to the right, saw and heard and quickly moved to her side. By the time they reached the January and February wrecks the shots were falling thick and fast, and the widows drew breath between their teeth. They heard a low cry, as though a little animal had been hit. It was stifled at once, and a girl staggered out of the hail. She had been hoping against hope for months, because some who have gone adrift in dories have been miraculously picked up by deep-sea sailing-ships. |