“Are you there, Denning?” he said, in a quick whisper.
“Yes.”
“Quick, run with your sister to the stern-windows and jump out. For heaven’s sake don’t hesitate. We can pick you up.”
“Ay, ay,” growled Bob Hampton.
“Impossible! We are both fastened in,” said Mr Denning.
“Can you pass through that window?”
“No. Save yourselves; you cannot help us now.”
“Over with it, my lads. Well out.”
We could not see what was heaved over the side, but something else, probably a piece of pig-iron, was thrown over, and fell with a heavier splash, making the phosphorescent water flash and sparkle, so that I could see the light dancing in the darkness for far enough down.
Jarette’s savage design was again frustrated, and in spite of our terrible danger no one among us stirred or said a word about the risk.