Blankly he dragged her to the opening which led to the watery deck, clinging to a railing with all his might.

He was gasping for breath, his life almost crushed out of his body.

It required all his strength to drag the limp form safely away from the passage, through which now poured their crazed companions, rushing headlong into the sea.
"In the name of God what shall we do ?" he heard a hoarse voice shout in his ear.

It was Veath, also burdened with the helpless form of a woman.
"It is death here and death there.

I am going to trust to the life preservers," gasped Ridgeway, as another wave struck.