Then Glenn Murell broke in on the monotone call for help and the prayer.
"We're done for if we stay down here another hour," he said. "Any argument on that?"
There wasn't any. Joe Kivelson opened his eyes and looked around.
"We haven't raised anything at all on the radio," Murell went on. "That means nobody's within an hour of reaching us. Am I right?"
"I guess that's about the size of it," Joe Kivelson conceded.
"How close to land are we?"
"The radar isn't getting anything but open water and schools of fish," Abe Clifford said. "For all I know, we could be inside Sancerre Bay now."
"Well, then, why don't we surface?" Murell continued. "It's a thousand to one against us, but if we stay here our chances are precisely one hundred per cent negative."
"What do you think?" Joe asked generally. "I think Mr. Murell's stated it correctly."
"There is no death," Cesário said. "Death is only a change, and then more of life. I don't care what you do."