But not for long.

He did not lose his head: long familiarity with danger had taught him to keep it, in any and all emergencies.

He held his coat-lappels to his nose with one hand, to keep out the steam, and scrabbled around with the other till he found the joints of his flute, then he is took measures to save himself alive, and was successful.

I was not on board.

I had been put ashore in New Orleans by Captain Klinefelter.