Now there was real cause for it.
"Oh, Bob! Help me!" pleaded Mr.Tarbill, who was trembling with terror.
"I will.

If there's anything valuable in your cabin, you'd better get it out." "Everything I have is valuable." "Well, you can't take it all.

The boat won't hold it." "Have we got to go in small boats out on this dreadful ocean ?" "It's the only way to save our lives." Mr.Tarbill selected some of his possessions, as did Bob, and then the only two passengers on the ship, having donned the cork jackets, went on deck again.
The sailors were busy putting provisions and water into the small boats, of which, fortunately, there were enough to hold all, even with the loss of the one the mast had smashed.
"Is there no way of saving the ship ?" asked Bob of the captain as he stood, calm, yet stern, on the quarter-deck.
"No.

Her bows are stove in and the foremast has pounded a big hole in her quarter.

The _Eagle_ is doomed.