Even the breathing air of the "Pollard's" interior could not be renewed without the wrench. Though each strove to conceal his feelings from the others, grim horror soon had them all in its grip.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE LAST GASP OF DESPAIR
"I can't realize it yet, or believe it. It can't be true," shuddered
David Pollard.
"We surely did," asserted Captain Jack.
"Could you swear that you have seen the wrench since we sailed?" asked
Jacob Farnum, white-faced but cool.
"I—I can't quite say as to that," replied Benson, slowly. "But I will swear that I remember having seen it just a few minutes before we started."
"A few minutes—only?" insisted the builder.
"Yes, sir. I'm positive."
"For that matter," continued the builder, "there has been no one on board to-day save those who belong aboard."