She's heading straight for us--he thought.

It was not his business to get out of the way.

On the contrary.

And his uneasiness grew by the recollection of the forty tons of dynamite in the body of the _Ferndale_; not the sort of cargo one thinks of with equanimity in connection with a threatened collision.

He gazed at the two small lights in the dark immensity filled with the angry noise of the seas.