"It's the blessing of God and your own skill," commented Maynard.
But the captain went on.
"We are here, but the yacht is in bad condition. She is making water faster than the pumps can keep it down."
"Is there any immediate danger of our foundering?" asked Maynard.
"Every danger. In fact, it is certain, unless--"
The captain paused.
"Unless what?" asked the owner.
"I've sailed with you a long time, now, Mr. Maynard. I know your temper on land and sea, and that of these young people, as well. What you want is the plain, blunt truth, and you're going to get it. Unless I can beach this yacht somewhere within the next twenty-four hours, send a diver down, and, if necessary, careen her, and come at the leaks, she--"
He paused again. It was not necessary for him to go on. His meaning was obvious to all of them.
"In that case, there are always the boats," observed Harnash.