"Is there room for more?" asked the Captain of the officer in the boat.
"I fear not, sir," came the reply.
"Some of the men get under the seats," ordered the Captain. "Now, then in with you men. Don't go yet. There is yet a woman aboard. Hold fast there, officer, until I find her." He rushed down the stairs with his lantern, calling for Chester. "Where are you—for God's sake come quick!"
"Here I am sir," replied Chester as he came nearly carrying his father.
"Where is Lucy?"
"Lucy is not coming, sir. She does not need to—she has gone already—she—"
"What? What is it? We need to hurry, my boy!"
"Lucy is dead!"
"Dead!—Bring Mr. Strong along. The boat is waiting."
The boat hung by its davits, ready for lowering.