We had to leave four on board; not room for them in the boat.

That fool Barebone has gone back for them.

He promised them he would.

The sea out there is awful!" He knelt down and held his shaking hands to the flames.

Some one handed him a bottle, but he turned first and gave it the Marquis de Gemosac, who was shaking all over like one far gone in a palsy.
Sea Andrew and the coast-guard captain were persuading Captain Clubbe to quit the beach, but he only answered them roughly in monosyllables.
"My place is here till all are safe," he said.