"Save ourselves and let her go." It was a matter of seconds now before the last of the _Mary Rogers_ should disappear.

They clambered up to the after-cabin.
"For the love av God, McTee, she's a woman!" The Irishman struggled up the deck toward the girl, but the captain caught him and held him fast.
"There's one chance," shouted Black McTee, and he pointed to the litter of the wrecked wheelhouse which tossed on the waves.

"Overboard and make for a big timber." But the eyes of Harrigan held on the form of the girl.

They could only make out the shadow of her form with her hair blowing wildly on the wind.

Then as swift as the sway of a bird's wing, a mass of black water tossed over the side of the _Mary Rogers_.