"Mademoiselle?" I asked.
"Mademoiselle sleeps," said she, and I thought there was something significant in her voice.
It was well that Mademoiselle slept. I left her and went back to the Prince, for more than he needed my care, and as I reached the group the roll of the yacht sent me flying. Legrand caught me.
"We can't spare you yet, doctor," he shouted.
"Thank God for you," I answered fervently. "You came in the nick of time."
"I thought we might have cut our way out last night, but I found we couldn't," he explained. "You see, we only had one knife, and it has been a tough job to get through the heavy wood of the partition."
"Thank God," I repeated, and clutched at him again as the floor rose up. "I'm not accustomed to this," I said with a laugh. "It's worse than the mutineers."
He answered nothing, for his gaze was directed towards the door.
"We must take charge," he shouted. "Good Lord, there's no time to lose."
"Holgate's there," I screamed back. "He went to look after the ship."