I need not urge you, because I am sure of you.

Virginie, will you try to be so for Jeanne's sake and your own?
If you do not we must all die together." "What are we to do, Harry ?" Jeanne said steadily, while Virginie clung to her sister sobbing bitterly.
"Fasten this bundle of corks between Virginie's shoulders high up-yes, there." While Jeanne was doing this, Harry fastened a rope to a ring in the side of the hatch, then he tied the corks on to Jeanne's shoulders, and adjusted the third bundle to his own.

"Now, Jeanne," he said, "I will tell you what we are going to do.

You see this hatch; when the vessel sinks it will float, and we must float on our backs with our faces underneath it so that it will hide us from the sight of the wretches on shore; and even if they put out in boats to kill any who may be swimming or clinging to spars, they will not suspect that there is anyone under this.

We may not succeed; an accident may betray us, but there is a possibility.