"Oh, he is lying in his bunk half-drunk."
"Then," replied Davy, "he'll be drowned!"
He descended into the cabin and found the man asleep, with the water already on a level with his berth.
"Why the blazes don't you get up and come out of this rat-hole?" he said. "Don't you see you are going to be drowned?"
The manager looked up and smiled.
"Please, don't be so unkind, my dear man," he replied. "Let me sleep a little longer, and then I'll go on deck."
Davy standing with the water up to his belt, grew mad.
"Come out of that, you confounded fool," he said.
He dragged him out of his bunk into the water, and hauled him up the companion ladder, and with the help of the men took him up the rigging, and lashed him there out of reach of the breakers.
All the rest of the men went aloft, and remained there during the night. Their clothing was soaked with water, and the weather was frosty and bitterly cold. Just before daylight, when the tide had ebbed, and the sea had gone down, the two women and the baby were brought below from the foretop, and all hands descended to the deck. They wanted to make a fire, but everything was wet, and they had to cut up some of the standing rigging which had been out of reach of the surf before they could find anything that would burn. With that a fire was made in the galley, and the women and baby were put inside. At sunrise it was found that the sea had washed up a ridge of sand near the ship, and, not wishing to pass another tide on board, all the crew and passengers went over the side, and waded through the shallow water until they came to a dry sand-pit. They were eleven in number, including the women and baby, and they waited until the boat came over from Snake Island and took them to the port. A little of the cargo was taken out of the 'Isabella', but in a few days she went to pieces.