The captain was the first to regain his feet. He sprang up, his eyes taking in the after part of the ship in one sweeping, comprehensive view. Then his eyes rested on the man at the wheel.
"Davis, is that you?"
"Yes, sir."
"You weren't at the wheel before we were struck?"
"No, sir."
"How did you happen to get there?"
"I guess I must have been washed here, sir.
"Where is the quartermaster who was at the wheel?"
"I saw him falling down the after companionway, sir. I think you will find him on the spar deck, sir."
"You steered us out?"