"Sunk each of 'em simply, with a round shot at his heels, as we did the poor fellow whom we found floating with the life-buoy. Mr. Quail, get some brandy and wine out of the cabin locker—some water, please, too."
"Oh, let me assist you, sir," exclaimed Ethel.
"And me—me too," added Rose, with enthusiasm.
"Stop, ladies, you'll only lose your footing and get a tumble, perhaps, the ship is pitching so; better stay where you are, and hold on by the side netting."
"Hush!" said Captain Phillips, suddenly; "silence on deck—silence fore and aft, for Dr. Heriot is hailing the ship, and waving his cap."
"What is it that he is saying?" asked several, as the doctor's clear voice came distinctly over the water.
"Captain Phillips," they heard him cry, "please to request the ladies to leave the deck."
"That is plain enough, miss," said Mr. Quail, touching his cap to Ethel.
"Why—for what must we go?" said Rose, pouting.
"You must permit me to lead you below, ladies," said the captain; "depend upon it, the doctor knows best. There is something there he does not wish you to see."