Come and stand by me here, for there is nothing else to be done for the brave ship now.

I would have liked to save her for the sake of one who once stood at this very helm.
But it seems to me we are near our last plunge." "Perhaps," said I, "God has not done with us yet, and those who pray for us pray not in vain." Here the _Misericorde_ reeled upwards on a huge wave.

For a moment she hung quivering on the top, and then plunged into the trough.
I felt Ludar's hand on my arm, and caught sight of his face, steady and stern, with a flash in his eyes as he looked ahead.

He was right.

It was the _Misericorde's_ last plunge; for, instead of righting herself, she seemed entangled in the water, and, like one who writhes to get free, heeled half over on her side.