Leonard sat down on the edge of the torpedo case and looked at the long, slender destroyer. He had a watery feeling, as if just arising from a long illness.
"Let's get out of here," he breathed.
"Wait... we must seem normal. You—you look blue—spotted."
"I feel blue and spotted. I was scared—never was so scared in all my life."
"Sit here till you get over your j-jolt."
"What are you going to do?" asked the American apprehensively as Smith arose.
"I must disable this machinery and give the tug a chance to escape."
"Still got that in your head?"
"I must do something—I ought to explode that torpedo!"
"You're not going to do that, Caradoc. You're not! I have no—no appetite to be a martyr."