There was scant regret in her heart over the fate of the old nobleman.

She was not cruel enough to rejoice, but there was a certain feeling of relief which she could not quell, try as she would, in the belief that he had gone down to death and a younger, nobler man spared.

The last she saw of her husband was when he broke past the officers and plunged out upon the deck, leaving her to her fate.

That he had been instantly swept overboard she had no doubt.

All she could remember of her thoughts at that thrilling moment was the brief, womanly cry for mercy to his soul.
After that came the lurch which prostrated her, and then Ridgeway's cry, "Be brave, dearest!" Bitter tears streamed down her cheeks as she thought of the strong-hearted Veath and the forsaken American girl--and all of the others in that merry company.