Some of them jumped into the sea.
They were in that moment of peril fearfully afraid of the imminence of being run down.
Others threw themselves on the deck, resigning themselves to their fate.
This was done with the passivity of Orientals.
To them it was merely Kismet—fate—what will be must be—the inevitable, against which it was useless to struggle for a moment.
A large ocean steamer was crowding down upon them.
The sailing vessel was struck amidships.
She split in half.
Harry Girdwood, Mole, Monday and Clara were precipitated into the water.
With a loud cry Kardofan sank.