“They must be somewhere.”
“All right then,” shouted a voice. “You go and find ’em. We’re off.”
Jarette was back at the window in an instant.
“Stop!” he cried, in his clear sharp voice.
“Pull away, my lads, we’ve had enough of this,” cried the same voice. “We don’t want to be blowed to bits.”
We heard every word clearly, and the hurried splashing of the oars.
“I told you to stop,” cried Jarette, authoritatively.
“Pull, lads! She’ll bust up directly, and suck us down. Pull!”
“Stop!” roared Jarette again, as the oars, splashed rapidly, and the boats’ heads both appeared in the light, as they left the ship.
“Why, we shall have to save him ourselves,” I thought in horror, as something seemed to rise in my throat, so enraged was I with the cowardly crew.