The old salt looked disgusted, for he had not taken part in this demonstration, but the advisory committee took it up at once, cheering again and again, as if the rescue depended upon the noise they made.
Adele put her arm in Frank Winchester’s and drew her away towards one of the life boats amidship. The boat was already manned, waiting to be lowered at the right time.
Professor Cultus and the Doctor were standing near these boats, when Adele touched the latter on the shoulder.
He turned quickly, something in her manner impressed him, and he drew her aside.
“Please go in that boat, Doctor Wise.”
“What, you want me to go?”
“Yes, by all means.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Oh, but you will, if you’ll only go.”
“But there’s no reason for my going.”