"You hold on tight a little while, and I will go on deck, and see if I can make out where we are," said Noddy.
"It matters little to me where we are. I shall soon be with my father," replied Mollie.
"Don't say that. Your father is at rest now."
"And I shall soon be at rest with him. Do you hear those terrible waves beat against the vessel? They will break her in pieces in a few moments more."
"Perhaps they will, and perhaps they won't. You mustn't give up, Mollie. If I should lose you now, I shouldn't care what became of me."
"You have been very good to me, Noddy; and I hope God will bless you."
"I want to save you if I can."
"You cannot, Noddy, in this terrible storm. We are poor weak children, and we can do nothing."
"But I am bound to work and win. I shall not give it up yet, Mollie. We have struck upon a rock or a shoal, and the land can't be a great ways off."
"Such an awful sea! We could never reach the land."