He felt as if he had committed a colossal crime.

In the smooth water of the cove a number of black fins were cutting arrow-shaped ripples.

The sharks were soon busy.

He shuddered.
God's Providence had ferried him and the girl across that very place a few hours ago.

How wonderful that he and she should be snatched from the sea whilst hundreds perished! Why was it?
And those others--why were they denied rescue?
For an instant he was nearer to prayer than he had been for years.
Some lurking fiend of recollection sprang from out the vista of bygone years and choked back the impulse.