"Go with you, and leave the others? You're mad!"
"But if you wait, you'll be trampled to death by the mob. I'm giving you a chance to save your life."
"But you can't take that boat for yourself. What would happen to the other people? That would be murder. Get away from me! I'm going to call Captain Evans."
As she ran to the phone and pressed the dial, he padded out of the door and resumed his flight to Boat F where Davis waited, peering nervously up and down the hall. Waving his secretary to follow, Jasperson rushed through the port.
"Everything ready, Davis? Provisions all in?"
"All set. I saw the tail end of the truck leaving just as I got here, but I'll just check—"
"Hurry, man! There's no time to waste." He cocked his head, listening to the low rumble of an approaching motor. Davis ran inside, and together they watched from the port.
Coming swiftly down the corridor was a small motor truck. It stopped, and the driver jumped out and shouted.
"Get out of that boat! She's not ready yet! What are you—"
With a steady hand Jasperson drew his pistol and pressed the trigger. The man fell without a sound.