"Sunk with all aboard, big gun and all. No more trouble from that quarter. We plugged him more than once below the water-line and we saw he was settling down. But it came sudden at the end."
"And you were not able to save any of them?"
"We were not"—said Cathie emphatically, and after a moment's pause added—"and what on earth would we have done with 'em if we had?"
"We have about a dozen on our hands here—all wounded."
"Humph!" grunted Cathie.
"We couldn't very well kill them in cold blood, you see."
"And what'll you do with 'em, Mr. Blair?"
"I don't know yet. We'll have to think that over. Did you send word to the ladies how things had gone all round?"
"I went over myself with young Irvine and told 'em all about it. They were all very thankful it was over and no more harm done."
"And how is the Torch?"