The victim of such an accident could not be sent to a hospital ashore.

He was carried, as gently as the rough hands could carry anything, to one side, where he lay silently waiting for the ship's surgeon who had been engaged for just such an emergency.
Constance bent over and made the poor fellow as comfortable as she could.

There was never a whimper from him, but he looked his gratitude.
Scarcely a fraction of a minute had been lost.

The last cases were now being loaded.

The tug crawled up and made fast.