He could not look upon the catastrophe; besides, the exigency of the situation demanded that he give his whole mind to conning the ship through the narrow pass.

Bentley himself, assisted by a young sailor, kept the helm; the oldest seamen had charge of the braces.

The wreck of the mizzen topgallant mast was allowed to hang for the present.
The white water dashed about the ship in sheets of foam; they were well in the breakers now, and the most ignorant eye could see the danger.
One false movement meant disaster for the ship for whose safety Seymour had sacrificed so much.

He did not make it.

To his disordered fancy Katharine's white face looked up at him from every breaking wave.