“Says he is so glad, sir.”
“Thank him, and ask him about the passengers, whether any one is hurt.”
I whispered the question through the hole, and listened for the answer.
“Captain Berriman and Mr Brymer both wounded again in the struggle, when the men rushed into the saloon after the explosion. Now shut up in their cabins.”
“But the passengers; ask him about the passengers,” whispered Mr Frewen.
I asked, and the answer came back—
“No one hurt.”
I saw Mr Frewen close his eyes at this, and his lips moved as I felt sure in prayer.
“Yes?” I whispered back, as Mr Preddle said something which sounded all buzz, buzz, buzz.
“I say, what will those wretches do with us?”