Later.—The water curate has been thrown down the companion-way.
Loud splash on the starboard side. We have dropped the pilot.
The Captain has ordered the First Mate to take the wheel. The Mate is in the saloon, bound hand and foot, and the passengers are [25] ]singing “How Can I Bear to Leave Thee.” The Lithia is going around in a circle.
The Mate has been rescued, and has laid a course for Carbonic Light. I asked him if a mate’s wife is called a room-mate. He said he didn’t know, but the midshipmite.
The Captain has just taken soundings, but reports that he can’t hear a thing. So much noise in the saloon.