"Drifting fast. West by south. Before morning will be in surf."
Again Bowen waited, and then the answer came: "What do you want me to do?"
"Do something to save us."
"Why don't you do something to save yourself?"
"Sails blown away. Life-boat gone."
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"Haven't you got a chart of Paris?"
"Chart of what?"
"Paris? With a few M'sieus on it? Good night."