"From the War Eagle, sir."
"Why in this shape?" he exclaimed.
"It's all that's left of her, I fear."
"All that's left of her! Why, what do you mean?"
"She blew up last night."
"God bless us! blew up! and the passengers and crew?"
"There were no passengers, but about the crew, oh, Lord! I don't know," I answered, sorrow-stricken.
"How did you get off?" he asked, after a while.
"I was dragging at the stern."
"Well, that was lucky, anyway."