But in that grateful chorus a single gloomy voice arose, the voice of a wealthy and troubled passenger.

"I will give," he said, "five thousand dollars to the man who brings me a box of securities I left in my stateroom." Every eye turned instinctively to Sol.; he answered only those of Jenny's.

"Say ten thousand, and if the dod-blasted hulk holds together two hours longer I'll do it, d--n me! You hear me! My name's Sol.

Catlin, and when I say a thing, by G-d, I do it." Jenny's disgust here reached its climax.

The hero of a night of undoubted energy and courage had blotted it out in a single moment of native vanity and vulgar avarice.
He was gone; not only two hours, but daylight had come and they were eagerly seeking him, when he returned among them, dripping and--empty-handed.