“But didn’t they try to save you and your wife?” asked O’Hara indignantly.
“Yes, they did; but my wife and her sister were both sick in their berths; and, when I got them out, the crew had deserted her, and the other vessel was out of sight in the fog. The fact was, they were so flurried they didn’t know what they were about.”
“We will take them on board of the Tritonia.”
“I don’t believe we could ever get them into that boat,” added Mr. Frisbone, as he glanced at the cutter, which was almost swamped in every sea that swept by her.
“The steamer don’t seem to be in any present danger of going down,” said O’Hara.
“She won’t sink this time; and, if her crew had only stuck by her, they might have saved her.”
“She is not very heavily loaded.”
“She has some machinery or something of that sort in her; and it must have shifted so as to bring that hole out of the water. If I had some help I could right her.”
O’Hara asked Mr. Rimmer to come on board.