“For the leaks to start?”
“For the leaks.”
“Maybe I ought to go see the Chief, see how the pumps are working,” suggested Bervick.
“Sure, go below.”
The engine room was hot. Fumes from the engines made the air almost unbreathable. Duval was watching the gauges. His assistants stood beside the engines.
“Evans wants to know if the pumps are working.”
“Tell him I think so. Got good pressure.”
“I guess the engines weren’t bothered at all.”
“You can be glad of that.”
Bervick went up to the salon. Martin was looking out the porthole at the island shore.