CRICHTON (soothing him with a touch). You are awake, Daddy, and there is a ship.
LORD LOAM (clutching him). You are not deceiving me?
CRICHTON. It is the truth.
LORD LOAM (reeling). True?—a ship—at last!
(He goes after the others pitifully.)
CRICHTON (quietly). There is a small boat between it and the island; they must have sent it ashore for water.
LADY MART. Coming in?
CRICHTON. No. That gun must have been a signal to recall it. It is going back. They can’t hear our cries.
LADY MARY (pressing her temples). Going away. So near—so near. (Almost to herself.) I think I’m glad.
CRICHTON (cheerily). Have no fear. I shall bring them back.