There may be no expedition to stay with.

Now--" "Life-belts, sir?
And take to the small planes ?" came a voice from the companion-way.

The face of Manderson--of him who had found the stowaway--appeared there.

Manderson looked anxious, a trifle pale.
Aft, more figures were appearing.

In spite of the iron discipline of the Legion, signs of disorder were becoming evident.