'Not a pinch of biscuit.'
'Well, God must help us out. He must help us out, for it is too, too awful,' she cried, burying her face.
'If people don't pass to-day, they will come along to-morrow,' said Captain Jackman; 'and I have got the voice of a lion.' Saying which, he stood up and sent 'Ship ahoy! For God's sake, help us,' slinging in ringing echoes across the troubled breast of the sea.
'Ay!' she exclaimed; 'but think what must pass between now and to-morrow.' She looked at her watch. 'Do you know the time?' she inquired.
'By the light in the west, I should say it is not far from six,' he answered.
'It is six,' she said, replacing her watch, 'and we have the night before us.'
'It must be borne,' said the man, with a note of sulky sympathy, clasping his knees, and fixing his eyes upon the sea.