"I counted thirteen places where she's on fire. What is that anyway?"
"That's St. John's," answered Bill, a little proud of his knowledge. "Capital o' Newfoundland."
"Where're we gonna land, with this fire goin' on this way?"
"Dunno," said Bill. "We'll run in farther, 'n' then we can see."
Grenfell was at the prow, looking at the burning city. Some of the ships had burned down to the water, right at the wharves. Chimneys were standing up out of the ruins like broken, blackened fingers pointing at the sky.
People came running down through the smoke and the flames.
"Got anything to eat?" they cried.
"Not much!" shouted back Grenfell. "But what we've got you're welcome to!"
"Is there a doctor on board?" was the next hail.
"I'm a doctor," called Grenfell.