He showed no signs of madness at all; just calmly seized two boarding-house runners and sprang overboard with them.

We sailed the same day, before the bodies were recovered." Again she shrugged her shoulders.
"What would you?
The sea is hard, Mr.Pathurst.

And for our sailors we get the worst type of men.

I sometimes wonder where they find them.

And we do our best with them, and somehow manage to make them help us carry on our work in the world.