West grasped her, and dragged her to her feet.

His one thought was that they were actually going down, but, even as he held her in his arms, ready to leap out into the black water, the shuddering vessel, with a last despairing effort, partially righted herself, and staggered on.
"The rope," he questioned.

"Did you lose grip on the rope ?" "No, it is here.

I can feel the jerk of the raft." "Thank God for that; let's pull it closer to the side.

We can't wait to take anything with us; even if I knew where provision and blankets were, I could never find them in this darkness.