He saw on one side Katharine tossed about by the merciless waves, white-faced with terror, and stretching out her hands to him in piteous appeal from that angry sea in the horror of darkness and death.

And every voice which spoke to the human heart was eloquent of her.

And then on the other side there stood those grim and frozen ranks, those gaunt, hungry, naked men.

They too stretched out hands to him.

"Give us arms, give us raiment," they seemed to say.