He recognized a submarine.

The dark silhouettes of several men were so plainly visible that he believed he heard them shouting .---- "Ferragut!...

Where is Captain Ferragut ?..." "Ah, no!...

Better to die!" And he clung to his raft, hanging his head as though drowning.

Then as night closed down upon him he heard still other shouts, but these were cries of help, cries of anguish, cries of death.